Children we too are, each with a dream,
A future we see with hope and gleam…

Like everyone now, I too wonder,
With raining questions…

The conversations that disappear into frothy coffee mugs…

In a week and in a day,
Filled with pain and misery…

Fathers are the unsung heroes,
They battle incessantly to erase…

The one who is always with me,
With whom I am forever…

A world so magical, sanguine, and tranquil…

Times are changing, change with times…

Try to breathe in.
Try to breathe out…

The last three months have been a difficult phase…

I’m lonely,
Cause you ain’t there…

Life is not the same from the beginning to the end…

A storm glommed my soul
I felt lost in the whirls…

As I grind the condiments together…