Same, yet different.

A day has 24 hours. All of us at the end call it a day. The day is the same, yet different for each and every person. A man may have lost his family. Or greeted death. A woman may have cried ecstatically while entering the blissful world of motherhood. Or come to terms with…

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Masked

Masked beneath this face Is another countenance The face portrays smiles unfelt The one underneath silently cries One shows false belief While the other unseen, revolts The top portrays superficial dimples While the hidden bears the scarring assaults Because one is just a mask The other a vault Boxing feelings, memories, torture, untold. ©SannSpeaks™

Drops of Devotion

"The drops that stained the soil, awoke to a new dawn of victory" The moon rose and I pulled over the blanket Thought about my wife and my child aged 2 Looking at their picture, I smiled Closed my eyes, for another day new Of devotion, towards my motherland. My dreams were interrupted By the…

The Same Moon

We share the same moon. It was December 22. The Winter had begun pronouncing its reality as the numbers stayed on the lower end of the temperature scale. Northern India was experiencing extreme low temperatures. K was in Delhi layered up in sweaters. She was reading something on her phone while sipping on a mug…

Fable ~ Nature ( A Poem)

The skies screamed their own story Among the rustle of the Autumn leaves The waves roared their own tale Among the echoes of the voices The voices of people The clatter of glasses The shatter of emotions The chaos inscribed by the human race In the ancient reign of Nature The Nature's fading visibility Whispered…

Loving Myself – A Poem

Looking at your perfections Realising my flaws I stare at my disabilities And start loving myself Looking at your fitness Realising my obesity I stare at the weighing scale And start loving myself Looking at your popularity Realising my solidarity I stare at my empty inbox And start loving myself Because... Looking at your superficiality…

Grave- A Poem

'What will I carry with me to my grave?' A question indeed so grave.   Will it be the moments I cherished? Or the times that perished me? The memories that make me up, Or the reminiscent betrayals that broke me down?   The knowledge I gained by studying Or the lessons learned by me…