I called it moon dreams, but it lack dreams and not to mention moon. I once stopped writing as some sort of revenge, and now words fear me! Its my destiny, to loose words and dreams forever, but to keep my feet on earth firmly, to live a life rather practically. Daydreamers and wanderers have no place in this world. Let them perish forever!!

Wreath of white roses to words, to dreams, to the unknown friends who read this blog, if ever!!

I lost two of my neighbors to Cancer, both of them vibrant mothers and 35+, My brother is in sickbed with lymphoma- a form of cancer, and I every night I am reading Emperor of all maladies-A biography of Cancer. Unexplainable Sadness fills me every where, even when with Aarav, even in this office chair. or can I call it fear?

I can't believe, I am impatiently waiting for Monday to arrive, so that I can go to office!

I can't believe I need 5 days in office to relieve the stress from two days at home

I can't believe in spite of my dear son who don't want to leave me for a moment, I reach office on time

I cant believe I reached a stage of life, where I can think nothing profound, but could just list out the "Things to Do" and "How to tackle"....

I cant believe I will live a whole long life like this!

Being a wife is the preliminary test of patience, being a mother- the main exam, and being a daughter in law- the interview u r never gonna pass!!!

The only feeling I have these days is the feeling of 'degradation'? Is this the way I want to live? without life?without any enthusiasm? There is some thing missing!Missing as an employee, as a wife, mother, daughter, daughter in law....no need to say friends!! I forgot when was the last time I had a friend!!

The song of a lone Traveler

Does lone travelers ever sing?
I feel they can't
When the soul is alone, its just sadness that fills
Its just the grey sky, and blue water
Its just silence, the weight of one's own thoughts
Its this search for words

Traveled a lot, tired now
I have to sit somewhere, I need to cry
To shave the head!to shout
This what I am,
What I am
I am

Diary of a Daughter

Right or wrong? Never could find out!
Faithful, never able to prove
Idealistic, never could convince
To love, always hurt
Bold, never able to speak
Never be happy, neither could laugh
What to call such a person
A confused identity?

Your Children are not Your Children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Kahlil Gibran