Today when I opened
the book of my memories...

Who says one-sided love is wasted....?
having many beautiful aspects to unfold...

Lifetime for me
lies in those baskets of memories...

My shadow is like a friend,
which clings itself to my existence...

Awaiting your reply,
I spend days with hope...

Enveloped in the shadows of barriers,
my conscience searches for freedom...

My eyes open mirthfully,
by the soft rays of the glistening sun falling...

A country called India...
When I think of my country India...

Life indeed is a teacher,
It taught me a true lesson...

How to describe this story to be,
How to describe life...