family – My Tales Within

You. Always :)

है ज़रूरत मुझेमुझसे ज़्यादा तुम अगर हो चुनना कभी तो मेरा पहला तुम धड़कन, साँसे दे एहसास जीने का मेरे होने की मिसालसबसे पहला तुम

Many times we yearn to win an argument. To have the last word. Sometimes it can actually be the ‘last words’. The words may be right, the logic may be flawless, yet something precious is quietly lost in the process. With time, we realize that the strongest relationships are not built on proving ourselves rightContinue reading “Pakiza sa Rishta”

I saw a Lion, spitting water

Long after a prince from the Srivijaya empire, believed to have Indian cultural influence discovered the place and spotted a lion, and named the place Singa Pura (Lion City) did a family of four from the same glorious land visit Singapore. The torso of a fish to the water spitting lion, turned out to beContinue reading “I saw a Lion, spitting water”

Sifting the Sunday

Just sifting Through the morning Till I find The afternoon

Face time = Family Time

A family FaceTime creates pearls of laughter and smiles Daughters add bliss to life

Yaadon ke Rishte

कुछ बातें जो हैं सिर्फ़ हमारीकुछ सचऔर कुछ जो अब सच बन गये हैं जब भी मिलेंगे फिर से दोहरायेंगेंसाथ हँसेंगेंऔर जब तनहा होंगे उन्हीं क़िस्सों को याद कर मुस्कुराएँगेइन क़िस्सों से जुड़े हैं इन्ही यादों का तो रिश्ता हैना खून का ना क़ानून का पर है बहुत पक्का और बहुत सच्चा

Shadows move on wall

Walls narrate the tale Of the journey together Shadows want to stay

Street Food

Eating on the streetEven the full moon came downCheap, yet so tasty

The Joy of Giving

The joy is in givingFor what else is prosperity?The purpose is to provideFor what else do we own?Smile that I bringThe blessing that I gain I reap the harvestOf the seeds that I have sownFor this day we celebrateThe greatest giverNot the conqueror of the worldBut the conqueror of the very ownlet’s revel on theContinue reading “The Joy of Giving”

Memories trapped in Pictures

Nowthat the celebrations endAndThe glasses lie emptyThe meaning is clearBeyond the sparkle Nowthat the cacophony endsAndthe din is quietthe vision is clearBeyond the blur NowThat the goodbyes are doneAndThe home is emptyThe feeling is clearBeyond the smiles NowThat moments are stillTrapped in picturesThe memories are clearPlucked out from timeEtched beyond time NowThat I look back,Continue reading “Memories trapped in Pictures”