Love is like a flowing river
When it reached the ocean
It becomes vast
But when it floods
It destroys vast
Moon
The lights are dim
But my eyes are bright
Because I can see the moon
Together we can
Together we can stop the hatred
Together we can spread the hatred
It is a choice
What together we can do.
I am
I am somebody’s daughter too
Maybe not as precious as your own daughter
But I would not judge you
Because I am somebody’s mother too
Rubbish
Someone just told me
That I write rubbish
Well sir,
What is rubbish for you
Is gold for me
Worthless
All this while, waiting for you
Time has turned into sand
Just like your worth has turned into sand
What I write
Even I don’t know
What I write
Is it a poem, or is it a haiku
Is it a story, or is it a thought
Or just some random rumblings
It is just some words
That pour out of my mind
Senses of a different kind
You can hear from the heart
You can feel from the sight
You can touch from the words
You can see from the touch
You can taste from the smell
These are all the senses
Of a different kind
Let go
It is easier to let go the love
Then to let go the hatred
