The poet express for all; what all cannot express
He moves in light to make see all the darkness
He does not hide the pain inside
Instead he gives life to dead bones
...
in a poem
is it the idea or the use of language
more important
a very difficult proposition
...
Every ripple does not make a wave
Each wave does not reach the shore
Yet they are made and kept sending
The reason we are taught
...
On the canvas I just throw an idea
Of a butterfly from my mind and
Let's see keenly which way it goes
Neither left nor right nor a line straight,
...
Poverty is like an iron cover with several holes in it
Through which pass some invisible rays
They fall upon you and you slowly go dry
When they slyly suck up the sap of your body and brain
...
A girl like a fairy came to me
And wanted to be a kite
For her I spread my chest
And created a space to fly her
...
Marry me right now today
If you are an intelligent man
Or hang me on 29th February
If you are a deserving oppressor
...
Some of my friends who later turned enemies
Once told me, get out or come out of this place
And let not the theme of your poems only be concerning us
Global issues are dealt by the global poets
...
Stumble you get in treading the path of life
Or you may get your steps upon dirt
And inside develop a spot, a dot,
A scratch even a crack
...
When I see inside out
I surprise to see human beings are really mad
They have so much at hand to dispose
Yet they love to feel void
...