A Journey – A #Poem

When she looked back at her choices, She felt no regret. But sometimes she couldn't help it, She wondered how it could have been. Her fate took her on a journey, No matter the effort and desire. Well, there would be another day, Ready to continue her story.

Lucky Cat Mom

Yes, she believed in love. That beautiful feeling when he put a soft paw gently on her face. She cherished every moment that he snored away next to her. With his belly up and adorable paws in the air, his sense of security was obvious. He could not speak in words but his eyes conveyed…

How do you sleep at night? – #WorldPoetryDay

How do you sleep at night, With all the blood on your hands? How do you breathe normally, With all the lives you’ve ended? And how do you call yourself a human, When we can see a monster? Every life you take, Every loved one you break, Hell is waiting for you.

I can feel – A #poem (#StandwithUkraine)

Far away but with you all, I can feel your fear and sorrow. Helpless but sharing tears, I can feel your dying hope. A stranger but with you all, I can feel your despair. Watching the destruction and murders, I can feel your heart beating fast. Ashamed that such humans exist, I can feel your…

A #Poem – #StandWithUkraine

Helpless but hoping, Wishing for peace. Praying but crying, Hearing of suffering. Angry but thinking, How does he sleep?

My Short Stories for Children

Many of you may not know that I write short stories for both children and adults. In fact, I have many short stories published in major publications here in India. At the beginning, I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to write stories for a children's supplement called TeleKids. I still smile thinking about…

Too Sensitive

"You are too sensitive," they complained. The little girl felt guilty. Being sensitive was obviously a terrible thing. "You must learn to stop getting carried away with your emotions, child," warned a teacher. But the child who could feel so many feelings including those of other beings, could not change her heart. She continued to…

A Writer at the Café

She would always choose the same table in the corner. Once her notebook and pen were out, she'd order her usual iced coffee. The café staff knew her and liked her but they also wondered about this quiet being who seemed completely at home sitting there and filling up page after page. In fact, the…

When you left – A #poem

Days marked by pain and tears, When you became a stranger. Weeks spent in search of hope, When you became nobody to me. Months colored with anger and shock, When you became a lost chunk of my heart. Hours filled with emptiness and grief, When you left me alone with my thoughts.

To my cats – A #Poem

When I hold your precious paw, My fingers admire your toe beans. When I sleep stuck to you, My ears listen to your soft snoring. When I feel your tiny pink nose touching me, My nose wishes for boops. When I watch you bully each other, My arms itch to save you all. When I…