- 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
Today, I call Waris Shah, “Speak from your grave”
And turn, today, the book of love’s next affectionate page
Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga
Today, a million daughters, cry to you, Waris Shah
Rise! O’ narrator of the grieving; rise! look at your Punjab
Today, fields are lined with corpses, and blood fills the Chenab
Someone has mixed poison in the five rivers’ flow
Their deadly water is, now, irrigating our lands galore
This fertile land is sprouting, venom from every pore
The sky is turning red from endless cries of gore
The toxic forest wind, screams from inside its wake
Turning each flute’s bamboo-shoot, into a deadly snake…..
A Punjabi poem “Aaj Akhan Waris Shah Nun” during the time if Partition of India….
Jessy Jacob.








