“When you turn into A dark, scary night, Poetry becomes a star Shining on your chest!” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“You realize the speed at which you are going to move while ascending. You can reckon the speed at which you were going while… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“Seeing the skylines The heart becomes pensive and still; Mammoth is the world, Our existence…almost nil!” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“In this city of love Your memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“When has life listened to anyone? It goes on at its own pace... Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired,… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“The entire quest is for acceptance. You run from pillar to post for being accepted as you are. This quest ends only when you realize that the most important in life is to accept yourself totally, wholly and completely. Unfortunately, that is a long drawn process and it takes time to reach that level. However, once you reach that stage,… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share
“The bird of hope sings Perched on the branches of twilight; Never grieve for anything For, the day always follows the night!” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“The more you start embracing The uncertainties in life, The more certain Life becomes.” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“And when the frozen heart melts, There is only love around…” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“Even ripples have a rhythm To feel it, listen to their sound Tap your feet as they direct And joy shall abound…” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“Thirst is the aim for quest, It keeps inspiring to find more and more; Otherwise, satisfied we would sit, And lazily rest on the… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“Far from the maddening crowds, Love leaves a trail; If you take my name, I shall come Leaving behind all my veils!” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“Are the coffins of love being made And we are all becoming machines In this world of madness?” — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
