Welcome to "Shabad Ambrosia". My name is Anoop Babra & I love to write. Check My Story...
Do I feel too much or do I just feel enough but always the wrong way? My inside does not match up with my outward personality. The matrix of my heart is not at all in accordance or in proportion […]
Daddy worked for Indian Railways in the Department of Telegraph (Northern Zone). He had a specific sense of loyalty and unseen passion for railways that seeped through his entire being and so did I due …
Red was her favourite colour. The colour of adrenaline rushing through her veins, the colour of hungry lips of youth, the colour of passionate zeal, the colour of fire and sunset…the colour of flamboyant flowers, …
Oh what a great day it would be when I touch and I feel my happiness, my true bliss The day I realize what I have not what I dream... It's not the gold, not the gems the treasure's in me my happy …
my days are numbered few more springs to live… I look forward passionately the victorious sighs of exhilaration that my extremities finally breathe as I savour my dying process- my share of much awaited light synchronizes me away in a hollow, speeding along …
moss rose, oh moss rose! a perfect crimson on bed of green it’s stem stands tall n’ straight a prickly embellishment of thorns fragrance enriched velvet petals some yearn the sun, to be swirled around in wind others gaze the eternal soil, waiting …
scent of pine trees in rain, quiet sunset on sandy beach, silver twilight on grey slate rocks, lonely shadow on cool green marsh, mother duck with her ducklings- a happy bunch in a straight row the brilliant illusion of my choices within …
a galaxy of happiness tucked away in a forgotten nook lost is the heart’s desire, to gain it back is another loss… moving on from one fog to the other sun is why so hard to come by when heart leaps …
Welcome to "Shabad Ambrosia". My name is Anoop Babra & I love to write. Check My Story...
