“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
“Requiring neither wood nor urns, Inside me is a fire that burns; Advising me to never accept defeat, The blessed fruit of hope it churns!” — 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… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“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
