Phoenix Arise

The tides were high,

so was my joy...

The moist feet on grasses,

as the moment delight.

The elegant tranquility,

was different from silence.

The eye never mere lenses,

and the dusk rise.

I was sitting in front of giant sun,

as Phoenix ashes arise. 

Swati Shobha Sevlani 

(Phoenix Reborn)

Linguist of Heart

The languages may be different,

To say the same thing,

The way I am longing and 
the way I learn new languages,

To convey my love.

I am linguist of heart.

I am linguist by heart.

Professionalism

Here people with tie, jackets, polished shoes,

Limited talks, lengthy cars and designations,

But those were the sweet days,

To cherish when we played

In mud with

Feel of

Selfless.