Learning How to Move from “Me” to “Us”
Everything can’t always be about me. It should be about us. But how? Is it about how I feel about […]
Poem
अंतर निर्वात
यह शून्य है या खालीपन की छाया? जब तुम्हें एकांत ही प्रिय था, तो फिर इस निःसंगता से भय क्यों?
बचपन की छांव
गर्मियों की छुट्टियाँ… हमारे आम के बागान की गहरी छाँव में बिछी चटाइयाँ, उनके नीचे आड़े-तिरछे पड़े हम सब नटखट—बच्चों
Silly Me!!!
Silly me… Trying to catch emotions and turn them into action — Ha! Finish a book within an hour, And
Worlds Around the Words
The thrill of first learning — worlds around the words, first talk, first read, first sound, like tiny singing birds.
Love that Flows
Are you the keeper of love, Or the giver who lets it roam? How many hues of love have touched
Our Fall and Our Rise
Some fall into shadows, Some rise to the sky, It’s not in the laughter, Nor hidden in cry— It lives
The Prescription of a Hug
Oh—wait. One last, and most essential, remedy remains to be prescribed. A hug— written in the ink of care, signed
Words Are My Play
Words are my play— I juggle them softly, jumble, mix, and mend, break them open where they ache, stitch them
A Hug for You, Mother
All I have is a hug, a tight hug for you. If I could, I’d take your pain, and let
HOPE
Hope may not be easy, but trust in God is the rope. It’s truly a difficult tune, yet if you