Towards home

Holding each other, they walk through the valley of rose bushes. Painful to touch yet they spread their sweet fragrance around those who know how to cherish them. The sweet scent fills their heart with a happiness as they walk towards what they call home.

Baby Talks...

Your first words. your first audience. Who patiently listens to all the blabber? Who understands your tongue like no other? Its the one whose voice echoes from the inside. Its the mother. 

Embrace

Is there anything more warm than a mother's embrace or a gentle kiss on the forehead? Not that I know of... The warmth that gives a racing heart a hope, washes away all nightmares and fills you with nothing but love.

Fruits...

She holds the apple of her eye while the pear grows inside her.  No love is stronger, no being more patient. An embodiment of love unconditional and unadulterated.

Motherhood

 She is the epitome of love and care. Sharing the only piece of cloth she carries she holds her newborn close to her heart as they sleep under the starry sky beneath the Shefali Tree.

Bhiksham Dehi

Is she the widow or the victim? The lone one or the forgotten one?  She stood under the Chempaka tree, an arm raised clothed in earthy hue. No line of emotion touched her face. She stood still except for her lips that occasionally moved to say, "Bhiksham Dehi."

Three Friends

Act 2 of Series "Prem Katha" - Lotus...Love

Act 1 of Series "Prem Katha" - Sister Talk

The Tamarind tree

Meet the tamarind tree
Standing tall, stout and free
Older and wiser by the year
Nothing can make him fear
He is hard from the outside
But soft and gentle inside
He is lonely but not alone
He has none to call his own
When the lights begin to dim
The tiny birds perch on him
He is their home, their hope
Tying them together like rope
He silently awaits for someone
All he does is smile at the sun

Cats Of Mine

Dream maker

The Charmer

Spring be born