
With my head held high, I choose to bloom my desire,
For my roots are now tough, within me is my blazing fire. “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati

With my head held high, I choose to bloom my desire,
For my roots are now tough, within me is my blazing fire. “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati

I would hide myself in the tranquility of the greens,
If I were a deer, I would be ecstatic by all means. “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati

Soon you will bask in the euphoria of being a grown up, my little girl, my sunshine..
Stay as flawless as you are, there’s no way your abysmal aura can confine. “
Simi

Those were the times, when the love stories were so innocent..
Simi
The gestures were blended with admirable poise.
Contrary to the loud display of sentiments like the present,
Love managed to exist, with no expectations, no ego, no noise…!!”

You have been my shelter through all rough weather dear sis, how do I explain, what you are for me..
Mom says you are going to college very soon, I will miss you like a bird would miss it’s tree. “
Simi






“Ma what do we do for you this day.. ” the little ones asked helplessly..
We are locked down in this world of yours, but we love you tremendously.
I couldn’t feel luckier when they played, beautiful music for my ears,
And made my world a melodious place, with no worries or fears.
You are the stars of this universe dear kids, humanity owes a lot to you..
We’ve seized all your freedom, O little ones, and you have been so patient ‘n true.
As grown ups of this world we need to realize, that as kids we have played enough..
And when the turn came for new buds to bloom, we have given them weathers so rough..!!
Be kind to these beautiful souls, don’t let them watch you fret,
Tell them faith and positivity works, don’t make them believe in any threat.
Allow these butterflies to discover themselves, don’t let their wings get curled.
Let them sing, teach them to pray, let them fly in their world,