This poetry is written on a full moon day comparing ourselves with the moon, it's phases, it's imperfections, it's darkness and light, it's ever changing process. We all are just like the moon - we go through phases, we are different versions of ourselves, we have our dark side, we have imperfections, we are calm, we are also filled with light and we are changing forever. We are just like the moon. Happy Full Moon !

This poem is about self love and self journey. It's about choosing to go within in the unknown, choosing to listening to the soul for guidance, choosing to be a misfit instead of trying to fit in, choosing to be silent amidst the noise of being right, choosing to be still in the rush, and choosing to be ME in the competition of becoming something.

This poem talks about the soul's journey through all seasons- winter, spring, summer and fall. The soul goes through dry winters which is said to be a dull and dark period where it find its light which leads it to the spring. In the season of spring soul seems to get cleansed, there are no lingering effects from the past and then gets ready for the new beginning in the summer time. The soul is said to find its home in summers and when fall comes it decides to let go of everything to start all over again. (Music credits - Autumn in Paris by Jan Baars)

' I AM LIFE ' I hither and thither like a pile of sand, I burn and dout like fire and ash. I want to break the confinement of all the boundaries, I want to turn the paths of storms of all the hardships. I am destroyed and made up within myself, I am scared of myself and I fight with myself. I am life , let me live. I flow and stop like wind in the sky, I move and exhaust like time and motion. I want to touch the heights of layers of the sky, I want to see the depth of surface of the sea. I get entangled within myself, I get ravelled withing myself. I get scattered from myself, I get tied up to myself. I am life, let me live.

Are we free ? After 75 years of independence, are we free ? After fighting against the outsiders, are we free ? With carrying so much hatred in our hearts, are we free ? After sacrificing so many lives, are we free ? Not speaking against the wrong, are we free ? Stuck between what is yours and what is mine, are we free ? Living the new lifestyle but are we free ? The fight is still going on, are we free ? If our thinking is still old so are we free ?

This poem is about meeting a lover. It is about the serendipity of the moment of locking eyes with the lover and feelings of falling in love. It is also about how a lover becomes a part of thoughts, all experiences, feelings, evening and life. It is about the desire of love.

We need to go miles, we need to break our own heart, we need to face our shadows, we need to fall, we need to lose ourselves and we need to fight - to find ourselves.

We grow up with so many things familiar which seem to appear unfamiliar over a period of time. As we grow, we change. We start seeking peace in unknown places and we start finding sense in randomness.

How often do we listen to the voice that comes from within ? How often do we dip into our heart and find what's there in it ? Aren't we all too blinded by what others want us to see ? Do we love ourselves enough to JUST BE ?

This poetry is dedicated to all fathers who no matter how strict or hard they seem but we know their love for us cannot be measured. Cheers to all dads !