Tumhari Yaadein / तुम्हारी यादें : Tumhari Yaadein

Whole life we ​​get so busy in filling the happiness in the life of our dear ones that the desires of our own heart remain unfulfilled. If we know that we will find pain in loving your loved ones then no one can be happy in madness Used to be the Love of our loved ones is like a flower whose smell never ends. This love is like a dry flower which is always hidden in the books of the heart and is kept safe in memories. This love melody for our dear ones can be heard with a heartbeat. At the final stage of life unfulfilled desires groan from memories to demand the rights of their lost moments and questions life how long they will continue to auction their wishes for the sake of others and when to start living for yourself. While communicating in a similar way with myself I have threaded some alphabets from the pens of my emotions in the moments of life. Everyone feels such feelings of mind at some time during their lifetime. I hope that I have put my feelings in this poem collection as from deep of my heart and reader will keep my feelings in their memories.