- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
- Chasing my silent strength
- Buildings with paint peel off…….
- My result in LAWCET
- Entrepreneur
- What we think !
- Advent
- The Birthday Boy
- Distance between three hearts
- Never forget roots
- I miss him
- My fashion designs
- Coursiv
- My husband my heart ❤️
- How it is ?
- My Dad!
- Country Girl
Country girl will you come about?
Your mood is sullen and shy
The sun has burnt your skin to bronze
As your hair falls softly
In swirls of gold about your tears
Your lips are broken and ugly
Looking as dry as withered fruit
Telling me they are not for kissing
As then the silence takes us
Along an isolating route
City lights will not entice you
My dusty car will not take you there
Market streets cannot invite you
They are dismissed without a care
Country girl now you are talking
But all your words are for the horse
Although I speak, you do not listen
Ears of corn seem to hear me more
As they giggle in the evening breeze
The hands of my watch are bending
As they strain to reach the coming night
Time is working fast against me
As my futile pleas fall like leaves
Unheard in the dying light
Busy streets are not appealing
They are full of polluted air
Strangers walk them in silence
With nothing they wish to share
Your silver pail is full to overflowing
As water slaps about your feet
Waves of coolness begin to filter
In the restless and uneasy wind
While the moon and twilight meet
Country girl will you change your mind?
You are looking away so thoughtfully
The darkness is now all around you
As the storm rears its head
With an eye like yours that cannot see
Perhaps your landscape is too uneven
For my well heeled shoes







