Sulekha Rawat
You Complete Me…
You complete me… I had always wanted to be a doctor when I grew up, ever since I was old enough to think for myself. I used to scribble in my notebook every night about my desire to be a…
I am not Dead yet…
I am not DEAD yet… I am 48 years old and I am a student of life. I am not done making a mark in life and am most certainly, not dead yet. I refuse to believe that only 18-35…
Long Distance Love
Long Distance Love Can you love only, those you can see? Can’t you keep them, in your memory? If your love is true, as you say, does it matter, if they leave or stay? Leaving or staying, was…
Love story of the River and the Sea
Love story of the River and The Sea. The Sea opened his arms and, welcomed the rushing river, in to his all encompassing embrace. Wrapped his arms around her, and held her safe. She gave a contented…
Zero Tolerance
When I can look Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange – my youth. ~Sara Teasdale Zero Tolerance This was the topic suggested by my…
Xenophobia
Xenophobia This beautiful poem is a guest post by my lovely daughter, Shloka. She is studying Law but her heart is full of poetry and music 🙂 . Thank you Shloka for coming to my rescue with this wonderful poem for…
Valentine…Oh my valentine
Your smile haunts my dreams, and every waking hour. Your gaze rests on me, hours after you’ve glanced away. Your touch stays with me, like a second skin, touching me, caressing me, cherishing me, Oh, how I love your…
Moored dreams
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Tantalizing sea beckons, the boats moored on the shore. Throw caution to the winds, come ride the waves, be free. You might be safe ashore,…
Tribute to my first love ;)
Tribute to my first Love 😉 Love at first sight! It was fatal attraction, he didn’t have any place to run and hide. I saw what I wanted and went for it, it was like he was…
Splintered
photo credit-Ankita.G Splintered Fingers bleed, trying to pick the shards off the soul. Splinters break the skin, letting the blood out. Trickle of warm emotions soothes the heart, and deceives it with a false hope of caring. Gush of memories…