BROKEN DREAM

One sleepless night chases another,
Yet I dare to live every piece of my broken dream.

An inconsolable grief overwhelms me,
Delves deep into my heart and devours my soul,
I grope for the bits of my lost emotions-
And the ashes of my burnt desires fill my stretched palms…….

One tormenting day chases another,
Yet I long to sing every tune of my faded song.

PROUD TO BE A WOMAN

Is it Man’s prerogative to love and woo?
It is Woman’s duty to be coy and obliging?
Is it necessary to conform to such roles?

A woman loves more intensely than a man.
A woman feels more powerfully than a man.
A woman believes more profoundly than a man.
A woman cares more deeply than a man.

Yet her words are choked.
Yet her voice is throttled.
Yet her love is strangled.
Yet her soul is tortured.

A woman has the power to create and un-create love.
A woman has the right to define and re-define her self.
Let us make her see her strength, discover her voice;
Let us make her proud…
Proud to be what she is...
A woman.

ALL PASSIONS SPENT!!

I look forward to those rare moments-
The moments, that make my life…
I look forward to those rare feelings-
The feelings, that feed my soul…

I stretch my hand towards the uncertain-
The uncertain, that seems to be my goal…
I stretch my hand towards the unknown-
The unknown, that seems to be my being…

My soul has been eroded and my passions are spent……
My words have lost meaning and my heart is rent…….

THE FIRST RAINS

The drops of rain touch my face,
They quench my thirst and caress my soul,
I wish I could join them in their revelry,
And lose myself in the dance of merriment…….