Fraction

                                             
                                                 

A part of Me

Lived here

A part of Me

Grew here

A part of Me

Dreamed here

A part of home

Is within

Not full

Not all

A part of home

Makes Me whole

Life, Wealth and Death

Snatching the yellow
Snatching the gold
Snatching the orange
Searching for my moods

Mixing the colors
Mixing the moods
Watching the sunshine
And wandering moods

So snatching the yellow
Snatching the  gold
Snatching the orange
And Bending the moods.

Enough of the yellow
Enough of the gold
Enough of the orange
Time to bury the old.

Shades of forever

Fleeting moments
We shared ...
Were placed
In the hands

Of the everlasting One

Why goodbye?
When those moments
Are shades of forever
In His hands.  

Freedom at 69

Let me celebrate the unfurling of tri-colour
With all vigour
Let me stand erect and proud
As Your wings spread against the wind
For a fraction of a second
My eyes gazed at the soil
A reminder each stone my eyes laid upon represent
Injustice and poverty
The sacrifices Your Children made
Propelled me
To look up
To strive
To lessen the stones of injustice and poverty
Scattered all over Your soil 

Anchor

Anchor

In the midst of papers and chaos in life,

The three of us hanging in there

His Red Ribbon...

Serving as fragile thread edging us ..

to hold on and hang in there 

His Voice in Silence

Home

Memories are not housed in four walls.

They live and breathe in our minds.

As the years move on,

Even our minds falter

To remember....

Something , an event ... are bound...

To be left behind..

Together...

The real and imaginary parts of our homeland,

Meets.... as we reclaim Our Home.