Every first thing in life...hold on to it in your heart cherish them with love and smile....

First in life is always precious,

Moments cherished, pure, and spacious.

The first kiss, soft and tender,

A memory we'll always remember.

First love, hearts beating as one,

Under the moon, beneath the sun.

Every glance, every touch,

A bond that means so much.

Your first bike, freedom's flight,

Riding fast, holding tight.

Wind in hair, heart in glee,

A world of wonder, wild and free.

First time dancing in the rain,

Joy unchained, no trace of pain.

Laughter mixed with drops of bliss,

Nature's rhythm, a gentle kiss.

First laptop, a digital door,

To endless realms and so much more.

Keys that opened worlds anew,

Dreams pursued, ambitions grew.

First time traveling all alone,

A journey where the soul is shown.

Every step, a story told,

A quest for courage, brave and bold.

These firsts, they shape who we are,

Guiding us like a northern star.

Precious moments, timeless and true,

The heart’s scrapbook, a cherished view.

Poetry for the soul

In the depths of night, when all is still,
And the world is hushed, with no sound or shrill,
The stars above twinkle and gleam,
And a poet's heart begin to dream.

With a pen in hand and thoughts ablaze,
The poet sets out on a wondrous maze,
Of words and verses, and rhymes so sweet,
That even angels pause to take a seat.

He writes of love, of joy, of pain,
Of sunshine after days of rain,
Of hope that springs eternal and true,
And dreams that all come shining through.

With every word that flows from his pen,
The poet paints a world that's beyond or ken,
A world full of magic and mystery,
Where anything is possible, if only we dare to see.

So let us raise our voices high,
And sing the poet's praises to the sky,
For he has given us a glimpse of heaven,
and made our hearts beat faster like a raven.

random thoughts

Sometimes it takes just a moment to fall in love with someone,

Sometimes it takes more than a lifetime to love someone like you want to,

Life’s never the same again

 After meeting you that day, life’s never the same, 

When I met you the first time, I never felt like that before

You asked me out, you looked at me straight,

Like nobody’s looked at me before! 

You wondered what I am gonna say, what you shall be saying,

The day we met, the day we danced a little,

Nervously you took my hand, 

 my life’s never the same again!

I now sometimes wonder what it is about you, 

that always keep me connected to you,

I sometimes wonder about that day we met for the first time,

I knew that time too life’s never gonna be the same!

Some random thoughts

Love doesn’t always mean togetherness, 

It means to be always together even when apart.

Some questions arising in everybody's mind....

Will life ever be the same after this COVID-19?

That's the question my mind has been asking me for the last few days. When the lockdown was announced initially for 2 weeks, there were hardly 10-15 cases in the LA county and never did any of us thought that the cases will rise to almost 10,000 in just 4 weeks. With each passing day since the stay-at-home orders were given, I have been tracking the cases day by day, with the hope that they will start decreasing one day but now that I have seen them rather increasing every day, I have actually given up the hope that this will go away soon and by soon I mean one or two months. Now seeing so many cases in the US and around 20,000 cases of death so far, one will be a fool to even imagine that life can come to a pre-COVID-19 era in a month or two. In fact, if this will go on for another 6 months, I will not be surprised at all. But the main question now stands in front of us is will life ever be the same as before? can the scientists and researchers do the miracle of putting this COVID-19 to a complete end? or even if this is handled as well, will there not be any possibility of another pandemic?

Kuch Yaadein Behissabki

yaddon ke saayen mere, aaj bhi mujhe satate hain

jaane kyun aaj bhi kuch chehre, bahut yaad aate hain

bhoole toh kabhie the hi nahi hum un ko

par pata nahi fir bhi kyun, kuch pal bahut yaad aate hain

kuch pal beet jaate the aise hi muskraate

kuch pal thum jaate the huste husate

jaane kyun woh pal aaj bhi bahut yaad aate hain

waqt kaise guzarta tha, kabhie pata hi nahi chala tha humein 

jab bhi woh saath hote the humare,

jaane kyun woh pal aaj bhi humein bahut yaad aata hain

woh pal humein bahut satate hain