Why do I think?

can You love me?The One replied, ‘Have you ever loved yourself? ‘Tears came in my eyes!‘Perhaps not.’, I replied.‘I am in you and I share all that you feel,when you’ll love yourself,I shall share it with you.’‘So You share my pains and pleasures.What of misdeeds? ‘‘Yes, I share your misdeeds,but then I change it in…

She asked an artist to make a portraitshe has never seen earlier.She asked the poet to write a poemshe has never read earlier.They all repliedlove me as you didn’t love earlier.She said I am a valley of high mountainsyou listen to an echo when you loudly speakbut the world is in the age of a…

When we respond to the beauty of naturewe respond to God.Rains add music to the song of nature,Rainbows add colorful vision to it.I am at an infinite distance from the creator,in the galaxies I see the distant starsmy past.In the gardens I see the colors and aroma of the flowers,My present.Throughout the day I struggle…

Though all the fine artists and the poets,Created their works of art in an emotional asylum,But it was written in their fates,They will remain away from the home,In a world of fairy lands,Where there are dreams,A garden of flowers,With sweet songs of the birds,And an amazing greenery,Where one becomes a part of an enchanting scenery,Where…

with a brush in its hands,with a ladder on its shoulderand canes of colorshanging on the back of the ladder,in a bright sunny day,no clouds, no rains.Let it go where it desires to go,he says he will paint a new rainbow,that will show eight colors in it,seven for you my dear lovely friends,but one he…

to change a child in a grownup man,but it’s not our heart that loves or hates.The language that we learn during socialization,the literature that was created by our ascendants,develops capabilities to avail opportunitiesbestowed upon us by the ancient nature,we have renamed it as our fates.Neither is it color of our skin, nor our pink heartsnot…