why i write ..- poem

To answer this question

Why I write or

What writing means to me

You don’t ask flowers

Why they spread fragrance

Knowing one day they will wither

That’s what we poets are doing

We are just leaving our own dust

On these pages

Let them linger till they can

Heart has been corroded

And it’s the ash which

I keep scattering or maybe

Now I know how

Precious my own life is

Let me share its gleam

Let me write poetry ,..

a kind of calm - poetry

the way things were by Aatish Taster this book changed me a lot
A must read if you are a writer or poet and love to dream
Sharing few lines inspired from the above lines

A kind of calm
That kind of serenity
Achieved when we have
Peace in our life
When we know
Our purpose and
Fully feel alive
So still that can
hear our own heartbeat
And Voice of our own soul
Once you are a poet
Each moment beautiful ..

Wrote many which I will be sharing slowly this is one of them ...

poetry on shivratri

a day when Shakti
Met with her other part
Union of two souls
Witnessed by moon and stars
A night to celebrate that
Mahashivratri another festival
To add colour in our life..

 

sharing corner from my home painting done by me oil on canvas -gayness standing next to a door and that's a shiv linga on the right side just above the swastika
Wish you all happy festival..

stars ready to - moonverse

drifting slowly - moonverse

i was always odd - poetry

my native

Country which is
Known for its colour
The name of which
Brings smile on
The face of others
The small place
In world known
For its rich culture
For its own rituals
& tradition
Yes that's my native
India that's where I come from
But the world is my home
& will always be..