The girl who was never born.

When she was born , she was hailed as a prince To rule over all that her eyes surveyed But with what will she rule When she herself was pervaded With the shroud of a different identity! The world expected her to be different! She was named a boy. Her curls fought every month to…

random realizations

What’s a beauty in a rose which blooms in the morning and sheds at night??¬†Oh look at the surly, sturdy cactus which even in the burning sunlight keeps on its fight ..The unwavering , undaunting urge to live and bloomEven amidst such deepest gloom !!!