If I write forever..

I really have a fear in my mind. It's been bothering me. I write since I was 10 I guess. Written dozens of poems, stories, articles. My babies! :) All about the heart, the emotions. Haven't shared with more than 5 people in total (as I mentioned before). I really don't know how & why I have posted my last two poems on my Blog!! They are my most priced possessions ever..
Say I write forever, till my last breath. Who will take care of them? They might be a mere piece of paper for everyone, but my pen keeps me going. It's like when I compose a few words, I re-connect with my inner self. Some people find it a burden to pen down what they feel. But all I can say is that my pen makes me a stronger person every time I use it!

Shopping Therapy!!

The new season is here... Almost winters. And I need some real Shopping therapy. I really do not know what is it with women & shopping, but all i know is it works as a therapy for me at least! It might be the tiniest of jewelery piece or the heaviest cardigan of the shop, buying new things & having full fledged possession of them makes me REALLY excited!! Just brought some really nice neck pieces yesterday, and I want more of them!! Happy Shopping to all of you!

One Letter Pride!

When the dusk of your journey comes,
And your wisdom makes you know a lot of things,
No money will go along, you know,
No best friends will accompany you to the skies,
A treasure held in a paper,
In which someone confessed you his curiosities,
Curiosity to know you a bit more,
Curiosity to share his feelings a bit more,
When curiosities are turned to simplifications,
When confessions are replied with equal gratifications,
This piece of paper held under you death pillow,
Makes your journey's dusk so very bright,
Because you know THIS will go with you to the skies,
And this treasure will become your ONE LETTER PRIDE!

A New Day!!!

Keeping my Spirits high.. This post is for a new day to begin with a fresh breath of excitement in the air!! I feel Happy today! :)

A pair of Honest Eyes

Life goes on..
So do a lot of people in one's life..

What makes you think when you look back at your own journey..
Is not an expensive gift by an artificial friend..
Is not a box of make-up that made you happy when you bought it..
Is not a hefty salary that keeps coming & going..
Is not an exciting dive in the skies..
But a pair of Honest eyes..

P.S. This post was not supposed to rhyme (like a poem) according to me. But as I started typing, this is what came from my heart. I have hardly shared my poems with anyone. Not more than 5 people I guess. I don't even know whether or not this is a poem, but that's exactly how I feel right now.