Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 09:04
When he held my hand, he said he wouldn’t let go
Till eternity we are bound, we’ll face it together – high or low
When we wrapped each other in our arms so tight
The world felt beautiful, I wanted time to pause, as it seemed so right
When our eyes met for the first time ever
Our gazes seemed locked & it felt like this is the start of ‘forever’
Though our vocal chords were on a break, our eyes didn’t fail to express
Words of love & promises abundant – to fulfill which, a lifetime seemed less
Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 09:02
Synonymous to beauty
Encompassed by peace & tranquility
If a sound there is, or an echo you can hear
It is the serene waves that dance in movement far & near
Plentiful flowers & bountiful trees encircle me everywhere I go
A rainbow in the clouds, flaunting her explosion of colors & performing a show
Lustrous stars gleaming to beacon the start of the night
Arrives my man, to carry his lady into their world so bright
Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 08:59
A question mark & a series of thoughts the word invites
Aristotle & Plato have philosophized on numerous nights
Many have pondered on life’s chronicle & the yet to be
Is there a set pattern or a formula to live by or just “wait to see”?
Petitions & Prayers to the Lord, to the Deity
Many a mass suggest mere hard work & some may say “it’s destiny”
Different beings proffer different perspectives
The question mark to life lives & ceases to live
Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 08:59
Find, contact & connect
The three words here that one must not forget
For those who want to communicate with the Almighty
For those who want to associate with the Supreme Reality
Prayers & Meditation
Silence & Introspection
Peace within by hurting none
Thanking Him for the moon at night & the morning sun
Submitted by admin on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 08:57
It’s always said” when u are away from something or someone you realize its value the most”. The saying definitely holds true for me…………….
Born and brought up in a Sindhi family of Kanpur ,the first thing I detested was my name “Hema”.The name was definitely not after the dream girl of seventies “Hema Malini” rather it was after one of my old granny who was referred as heme ma(her son being Hemchand so she was known as Hems mother).
The second thing was the Sindhi language; always felt why we can not talk in Hindi at home like all my friends do.
