- 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
- Our tree of love
- Jai bolo Telangana!
- Remember
- Incurable diseases
- He and she
- Love is………
- Business
- Silent pain
- Love constantly inspires me
- My lines
- Make or break
- My life wasnt fairy tale but i was.
- Embrace
- Death to a cancer patient
- What makes you great
- How many days this harrasment
- Human life is great when you compare with animals
- Life in 20 more years.
- Psychology or science
- Lotus
- India and rising youth
- Made for each other
- My thoughts on nation building
- I will fight for my life
- God will not crush our dreams though they were to be
- Our celibate living
- My dream
- Today i am with myself
- My beautiful mothers
- If you learn at right time….
- My mom!
- We just say thank you …. Or sorry?
- Perfect
- She bits him…..
- My poetry by him
- My journey…..that is awaiting…..
- My adversity….
- Weep more…
- The Dawn of Freedom
- Today I call Waris Shah
The scarred, marred brightness
this bitten-by-night dawn.
The one that was awaited, surely, this is not that dawn
This is not the dawn yearning for which
Had we set out friends, hoping to find
something, somewhere
The final destination of stars in the wilderness of the sky
Somewhere, at least must be a shore for the languid
waves of the night
Somewhere at least must anchor the sad
boat of the heart….
A poem during time of Partition of India…..
Jessy Jacob








