Undivided attention 

More than the patience wearing thin
More than a good night’s sleep
More than the long to-do list
More than the break we desperately need
More than the piles of work around
More than toys seen all over the room
More than a hundred other distractions
More than the continuous circle of routine
Everything can wait, let us give a few moments
Spouse, child or parents it may be
To nurture the bond we seek to build
Undivided attention is the best remedy



If my silence spoke
it would show you restraint
born out of love and pain
knowing words spoken in anger
are seldom truly meant

If my silence spoke
it would show you patience
when countless days were spent
waiting for some moments with you
and countless others wasted

If my silence spoke
it would show you love
waiting to be received
for when you recognize
for you, it is meant to be

If my silence spoke
it would show you need
to be understood and accepted
to feel my absence
to come to me open-hearted

If my silence spoke
it would show you pride
for the person you are
for the love we share
it is worth all

Finding myself

She wasn’t loved enough
bothered to understand by none
to accept all her quirks
yet still call her own

She wasn’t loved enough
tried to accommodate loved ones
yet her empathy wasn’t returned
in her turn, she received only anger

She wasn’t loved enough
her inner balance faded with time
the need for anchor growing stronger
in a world full of hate, she felt all alone

She wasn’t loved enough
she decided to nurture herself
restoring the forgotten inner peace
would show her the path to love, again

Rough times

When my boat rocks
stumbling through rapids
your rock hard support
is the only anchor
as I look for a way out
Understand, I may need you
as you do me, sometimes
in you, lies my centre of calm
Understand, your silences
snuffs the only light I see
the tunnels get even more lengthy
Do not make me ask
for it may not happen
I might just learn
to steer myself out
and what you see later
will be a different me
not the woman you loved

कुछ शब्द

कुछ शब्द अपने ही थे
नुकीले से लगे बाद में
लहू निकल जाये जिसको लगे
जम गए हमेशा के लिए
काला सा एक निशान बनके

कुछ शब्द अपने ही थे
जिससे अपनोंपे ही वार किये थे
रिश्तों की नाजूक सी डोर को
खींच खींच के उलझाये थे

कुछ शब्द अपने ही थे
जिससे खुदको ही घायल पाया था
लफ़्ज़ों के इस खेल में, अब सोचते हैं
हार जाते तो बेहतर होता

Rainbow of life

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My words bind him
weaving emotions intricately
in a tapestry of our memories
golden waves for joyous times
dotted spikes of jealous green
passionate red splashed throughout
tender love blended in pink
strong yellow resembles friendship
supporting bleak grey moments of doubt
layers of memories intertwined
gradually forming a rainbow
of our life