Resonating with the cries of a weary spirit, this poem explores the depths of self-doubt and the quest for purpose.

स्त्री सुंदर है, पर उससे भी ज्यादा सुंदर है उसका मन। उन्हें हासिल करने की हवस रखने वाली दुनियां ये बात नहीं जानती। अगर स्त्री मन से उनकी नही

ఎన్నో భావాలు మన మనసుల్ని ఆధారం చేసుకుని పుడుతూ ఉంటాయి. అయితే, వాటికి ఒక అందమైన ఆకృతిని చేకూర్చి, మనసుకి భారమైనవి తొలగిపోతే కలిగేది ఈ

Life is a struggle. It is an uphill battle but how does one stay strong? How does one push forward?

We all have the hearth within us but often lack the flint to ignite it, and all it takes is a spark.

People are fascinated by others’ success that they often forget to acknowledge the efforts. But why?

We attribute so many of our decisions and choices to the game of life, only for someone else to pay the price.

Individuals who seem to be radically different in life are in reality more alike than they think.

In an unprincipled world, people dance to the rhythm of the monkey drum, played by those with influence.

​​Did you ever witness families where girls are a burden? Did you ever notice parents prioritising boys over girls?

If a mountain were an old man, what could anyone learn from him? What could we learn from such a presence?

They say it isn’t right to pick a flower if you love it. Would it then be right to leave it for higher purpose?

Enthralled by the presence of his sweetheart, an enchanted poet describes the beauty of the love of his life.

Time flies by when a lover is a companion on a journey tells this poem through a romantic expression.

Often life knocks us down when we least expect it. However, we must focus on what’s ahead.

Pondering the question of “Who Am I?”, the poet writes his thoughts and ideas explored on his journey

Life is a game; either you play it or let others play it for you. There is no other way or path.