Poem ร  la Hindi

Do you know how much time you have left? To buy those shirt, to quit the job you hate, to go and hug your parents, to stop reading a boring book, to get wet in rain, to laugh madly and go for your dream! To be as like you want and not how society expects you to be! to tell that special person you love him/her?

It could be over in any minute. It could be too late by now.

Every reason we created in our minds could be so unnecessarily silly… and the regret eternal.

When was the last time you realized that you really live? That you are alive? That you enjoy a feeling by heart… without worries? When was the last time you really did something what you wanted and not something what your parents or your society expected from you?

When was the last time you were really alive? When you kissed and hugged your beloved one just without thinking if it is wrong or not, because in love there is no wrong. Love is pure. Love comes from god. Love is sacred. When was the last time you allowed your heart to blossom?

When you will stop pleasing everyone but not yourself? When you will start to wake up from the drama which is called “perfect life” what in real makes you only a robot?

It could be over now. Your life could end just next moment. There won’t be a second chance. There will be only a wasted life, a wasted youth… a wasted soul.

Don’t lose your vision and passion when you really want it. Go for it. Trust your inner guts. Don’t be scared of future because we worry about tomorrow like it is promised. But damn, no. It isn’t. Age is only a number, but it doesn’t decide whom death will reach next. It could be you. It could be me. So just go and live your dAmn life so you can say in the end, I am proud I followed my heart. I lived for myself because in the end of a day, I am the only one who will endure the feeling my decisions caused. Not the person who think who has the right to tell you what to do! Sometimes a stay at hospital opens your eyes and makes you realize that nothing lasts forever and that we don’t have endless time..

Life has only one day and this day is TODAY.

Dedicated to the person whom I thank to have been found the real meaning of love and friendship

Kon kehta hai tumse

Ki yahan ek kal hoga?

Umra kam hai, abhi marne ke lie,

Tumhare saamane aaya hu,

Dekho in aankhon me!

Kya tum delho sakte ho dar mera?

Kal nahin tay hai hona.


Saara pyaar tumhe mainne de diya!

Muhje gale lagao ek bar.

Kyunki kbahi nahin aaege ek aur kal.

Yeh bidai bahot tezise aa gayi,

Mere hontho ko chum lo

Aur aakhri de do alvida!


Ps: Bhavika without you my writings wouldn’t be shareable.. you make them perfect with your help in grammar. Thanks sis๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ



You have the power to make miracles come true!


Poem in hindi

As I’ve told in past, I am learning hindi for some time. I tried to jot down my feelings in a language I really adore. It isn’t perfect and I apologize to my Indian followers for the mistakes.

Hope you enjoy anyway …

Kuch to bolo,

Shant rehte ho kyun?

Nirday hue ho kyun?

Yeh kaise hua tha?

Tum jaab the gaye,

Aur main mar gaya!

Kya karoon tumhare bina?

Dekh, kitna ro raha…

Martha raha dheere dheere…

Kyun mainu saataye?

Kyun zindagi kharab kar raha?

Magar main dilse tumse pyaar karta tha…

Khaya tha,

Bola tha,

Dekha tha,

Jeey tha,


Kaise tum bhul gaye?

Vishwas nahin kar sakta hoon.

Maan nahin sakta hoon.

Phir bhee,

Mat jao- tumhe main bol nahin sakta hoon…

Dua main yaad rakho.


Umeed mat rakho!

Vishwaas mat rakho!

Soch mat rakho!

Har jagah tum hi tum ho,

Kintu,tum vaha nahin ho.

Please, hamko hamise chura lo!

dil udaas hai, magar mat bholo:

Mushkil ke baad asaani sirf sabr karne walon ko militi hai!


Thanks to my lovely sister Bhavika for her help im grammar. Love u ๐Ÿ˜˜

INDIAN Republic Day

Pyaar Bharat,

You are my idol.

You are my dream.

You are my life.

You are my jaan.

Now 68 years pass away since the glorious “Constitution of India” came into force.

About one hundred years, you didn’t give up. You didn’t stop believing in yourself.

They tried to stop you with guns and bullets; honorable souls sacrificed themselves for you…

So many blood flowed, For the Glory of Bharat.

Everyone became ONE BODY- ONE SOUL- ONE HEART!

It didn’t matter which cast you belonged to!

Farmer, worker, student!

Rich and poor!

The cold wall ” the caste-system” melted!

Maybe you thought it is impossible, maybe you suffered, you cried, you died… but you came back- again and again- never gave up!


On 15. August 1947 you got your independence!! And on 26. January 1950, you became officially a REPUBLIC!

Oh my lovely India,

You thought me not to give up for something I love and to never lose believing in miracles!!!

That it is worth to believe in the impossible!

Who believed that a simple man from Gujarat, named GANDHI, would have knocked down the last stone of the majestic colony of Britain?


Love is indescribable..

Love is undefinable..

Love is unconditional.

You can’t describe love. You just feel it.

Love is India. And India is Love.

You don’t learn India, you just live it!!


My partner left me for my trip to Your enchanting nature, but would it be real love if I would leave my dreams because of him!? No, I will face it alone! And will unit with my Bharat! I will come back- because ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ

Jai Hind!” (Say it loud)๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ


Mera Bharat


I want to climb on your mountains,

breathe the fresh air into tired lungs

and want to burst out in joy

in your Glamour…

I want to see the stars in your dark nights,

feel the cold breeze on my neck while

nipping on my masala chai…

I want to feel the ground with my naked feet…

want Forget all the heart breaks I’ve got from life…

Want open my eyes to the beautiful sun and want to smile intoย a better future…


You are the spring of my winter;

you are the flower in my Soul which makes me blossom .

You are not only a subcontinent with marvelous culture..you are my India..mera Bharat.!

Where I find peace and happiness,

Where I’ve found LOVE…




I think…

…that everyone should learn one meal of their mummy. So, when we can’t be with her anymore (no matter why), every time we cook this meal, we will feel at home. And this will help to move on in struggling timesโค๏ธ



Miss You

We shouldnโ€˜t be separated..

We shouldnโ€™t miss each other…

My only strength..need you so much

Need your reassurance…

Need your encouragement…

Need your warm words and the way when you look at me- always understanding..we never need words.


Beautiful Life

Would you recognize if I’d vanish suddenly? Just like soap bubble…

Would you recognize if there wouldn’t be a me anymore who claims your attention?

Would you feel this emptiness if I’d stop being?

No more calls, no more messages, no more drama-no more tears….

Would someone recognize if I’d die suddenly? Maybe for seek of humanity yes… but wouldn’t they forget me easily as they did when I was alive?

Would you search for me in other bodies? The sent of my hairs…?

Would you search for the dark-brown eyes who looked at you… only at you? Those eyes who saw the best in you.

When someone talks about death and suicide everyone gets angry and terrified. A tabu in society. Not even to your closest one you can open.

But less they know that they were the reason why This human heart craved for relief. Society created boundaries.

Loneliness kills.

Everyone expects you being happy, positive who believes in miracles. But darling listen to my words: miracles won’t happen here.

Here is no life. No light. No hopes.

A decent place to express those sick thoughts is the only thing left.

How to be extrovert when my soul suffers? How to force my heart to bath in life-joy when it is dying slowly?

There he is… claiming me to love. Who knows, maybe he really does. In his own way. But tell me darling what is love?

I need so much love… so much love. You can’t give it to me. No one cans. Sick heart. Tired heart.

I am happy to have him, afraid to lose him. But I am not able to hold him.

I am mad. Who loves to madness, without boundaries. But life only shows me his boundaries. I can’t tell you how I feel. I can’t show you how I feel.

Here is no life yaar. Here is only death. So better you leave…!


Thank you

500 followers is for someone like me an incredible success…. I am not writing daily, don’t produce in regular intervals and have sometimes mistakes in language. Still… there are you amazing guys who makes me feel loved!

Writing is so difficult. In my head are so many thoughts and voices; writing them is like sorting them.

I don’t know how you guys manage it, I think it’s a god given talent to jot down your feelings and thoughts.

Nowadays my mind and heart both are too chaotic and I am not talented enough to write the message down which they are trying to tell me.

Thank you for the people who are writing. Who are following their passion! And of course ty for reading and liking my posts (even the worst ones)

Love you all

Yours #hati


Oh my lovely green

How beautiful you are.

When I look at you,

I see the far,

Beyond the scar

Which this world carries.

When I look at you

Tired eyes finds peace.

Let me be a part of you!

I know this wish is impossible 

But latest with my demise

I’ll belong to you.

Oh my lovely green!

I have never seen

A beauty like you!…