here to express my views

The heavenly fragrance of the celibate earth waits for life to be rejuvenated. The first shower of the season brings life to the thirsty earth.  I sit alone, sipping my cup of coffee. And I see the drizzle outside.   My careless beauty reflects on the mirror. Time has taken hold of everything. My innocent eyes now have the glimpse of promise and trust. My loneliness has made me understand my strengths. My fears have turned to challenges. Darkness brings in new light. My eyes fall on to the old personal album that lies between my books and papers untouched. I pull it out in a moment’s impulse.  Childhood days, schooldays, college, friends, and birthdays.............my engagement...........my marriage..........  I let my thoughts flow through me uninterrupted. A sudden furore shattered my world to pieces. I battle out a reason every night. I figure out an explanation every day. It simply remains unanswered. I have treasured the album which barely holds the real picture in them. The pictu

Someone intelligent enough, not to be fooled, but fool enough to be deceived. Someone who says "Love is not my cup of tea”, but has many cups hidden in her cupboard. Someone who says "I care a damn about money”, but dreams to make it big someday. Someone who says "I care a damn about guys”, but deep within aspires to win the heart of someone special. Someone who says” I don’t cry”, but weeps at the slightest provocation behind a closed door. Someone who says "So what I don’t have friends”, but keeps track of someone she studied with in her Pre-Nursery days. Someone who claims to be an atheist,  but prays twice before leaving home. Someone who says” I’m an alcoholic”, but all the alcohol in her blood comes from an occasional peg of vodka once a year. Someone who wanted to be a doctor, studied to be a historian and landed nowhere till now. Struggle continues. Someone who writes all this crap yet believes that people will actually fall for it. Wel

As I stand, alone gazing at the rising sun Far from my inner self that burns I wonder, about those roads I have covered I question, what should I rediscover? The thoughts are hobnobbing in my mind Without even giving a space for me to find That which I have left far behind Nevertheless the thoughts still grind My soul is parched and dry This does not even allow me to cry As I think what else should I try? In this world, then at last I sigh In brief....... I should conquer my own grief Only then will I be bereaved The only chance to re-live..... So that when I stand alone again gazing at the rising sun I know which way to turn Grasping those duties which i had left undone Only then can I also be a bright su