Tanuja Murab

Time is Fleeting Time is Fleeting As the blossom blooms,  The flowers grooms. The fondest heart, Keep on beating. Lovers meet, Hope and greet, Ice keeps sleeting, Time and tides, Keeps on fleeting. When eyes seems dreaming, Keeps repeating, Heart if bleating, Crushes depleting, Wounds keep bleeding, Life seems streaming, Wishes and greetings. When life is jostling, When Passion depleting, Love and loosing, A beat keeps spooning, It seems eternity but it's fleeting Ageless love keeps on breathing, Time is fleeting Time is fleeting But, Soul and True Love keeps on repeating....

A Mother’s love is deep, unconditional and unexplained, Embodiment of sacrifice, devotion and pain, She endures hardship and without any gain, Her Love is everlasting, not withering emotion of bountiful love and unexplained, She has different faces, relegion and race, But the heart that beats is one in each and every is same, She is embrace when people may blame, she loves, she nurtures, and beyond compare, She is the miracle of God and magical mystical creature of wondrous supreme being no come can blame, Her Love never ends it's splendorous and beyond comprehension and even a megere poem can't measure to explain Her hardships seems many, but her Love is beyond any one can fathom and care,  It's incomparable to any other love or relationships we make, For mother's Love is beyond this world, celestial, unhindered, unapologetic and beyond comprehension. A Tribute to My Mother and the mother's in the World. Tanuja Murab

Kabhi chand panno ko palat-te hue, Voh manzar yaad aata hai, Jab zindagi itni mushki na thi, Sapne bhi the aur arzoo ka Sama bhi tha, Sang apno ka sath bhi tha, Kabhi paltu un panno ko tho, Voh khwaab bhi the, Voh Saach hone ka ehsass bhi tha, Zindagi mehez ek itifaak aur khwaabo me jazba bhi tha, Her ek pal zindagi ka saath bhi tha, Aaj jb un panno ko palat k hum dekhte hai, Dhuul lagi un kagazo k lafzo ko tatolte hai, Ek aajeb manzar yaad bhi aata hai, Sach hai ya khaab tha, Yakken naahi aab aata hai, Sochte the hasil hai saab, Sochte the sab hai mukamal, Un fate purane panno me, Aaj bhi ehsas hai, Adhure hi sahi, Sacche the vo, Aaj jo ek aanjani yaad hai, Haste the jb hum dil se, Voh Shabd nahi, Jazbaat the, Dil tute bhi the, Hum ruthe bhi the, Daur bhi ajab sa tha, Choot gayi vo gali vo anndekha ehsas tha, Jb un panno ko palta humne, Saab vahi tha bus and vo kaash hi tha, Aankh bhr aai vo tuta tha per kashh tha,  Sochte hai hum kya vo mehez ek kitab thi, Ya vo zindagi such me m...

Hope and Faith,  Go hand in hand, Hope and faith are best of friends, If one is lost, other can't remain, Heart and soul, are their surnames. Hope says,"Keep on trying, it's not in vain." Faith says, "Endure, you shall truly gain." Hope give body the will to fight, Faith makes the soul heal and helps it glide. Hope can help on to climb a summit or a hill, Faith is the power to move mountains not just hills, Hope is the will that knows no doubts,  Faith is the strength  that knows no bounds. Hope says,"There is light beyond the relm of darkness." Faith says,"I shall teach you the Power of Forgiveness." Hope and faith goes hand in hand, They reside in you and I. Remember to have both,  It matters you say, "But Why?." The reason is simple, If any of the two perish so will you be lost in moments and rime, They are the essence that make you human and Kind. Hope and Faith,  Go hand in hand.

I saw a still life Just a little while ago, Into the jostling world I came crying, I seem to miss a still life, When I was inside the womb it was peaceful and quiet I saw a still life, Passing by, away from me. Of events from child hood into a teen, And then when I became sixteen, Hopes and dreams kept streaming by,  Wishing to move fast and teeming high, On the age I was unsure, Oh Life!! it had brand new goals and dreams, A life that had, Vision of future and present it seems, Life flew by, like a jet of stream. With step by step into the hill abode, Creating a castle of glass and snow, The sparkling mansion of what I hold. Some thorns, some blood, some hurt, Some hidden some shown, I climbed the hill, a mountain or a  summit unknown. I clinched to life with all my might, Lost sometimes many and sometime a few, Dreams some real some distant some hazy and forgotten, I wished for time to stop and hold, But it went as fast as a blink, Time soar alot and a little. I ...