My soul belongs to you My heart beats only for you I need your warmth, embrace me tightly I’ll hold on to you affectionately Touch

Dwelling in bygone past woes Hastens you to become old Youth rushes in to fade and die Painful memories make you cry Broken self worth,

Taking pride in modern civilisation, Attracted towards gambling and intoxication, We glamorize adultery and illicit relation, Which rests on nothing but sense gratification… What is

Somewhere deep down, I shivered with the chills of silent cries, Was it because I was repeatedly pierced with the sharp arrows of lies? No!

“She”, if you look at this word it looks so simple. To many its nothing more than a pronoun to address females. Is it really

I am not a Hindu, I am not a Muslim, I am not a Sikh or a Christian, A Buddhist or a Jew. I am

I hope that one day The martyr in you rises And you can fight the world With utmost bravery I hope that you can slide

Where have we come from and where are we headed to? This question has haunted us all eternally. What is the purpose of existence or

You give,What you hold ! We often get upset, When we don’t get, what we expect. Our expectations may not be very high, But if