Last night, the sky came near to the earth,
and whispered saying-wipe your eyes,
lift your head up, you are the mother
of your sowed dreams, without you,
...
Nature, I want to lie
on the soft wavy grass.
Under a shady tree, listening
to the song of the Thrush.
...
Bless me O goddess of all
creative arts.
Make me your instrument
to play upon my heart.
...
O life, to bear the burns
of tangible tongue,
how long will I
fight alone?
...
Light passes thru light.
The lamp burns bright,
under the fire of lust,
awaiting the dust.
...
Sometimes,
My secs can't pass
in peace and time
presses me with its
...
Everyday, I look at North
To see the blue mountain
In the morning and the
Entire range flash like
...
The windows, doors
are broken.
The roofless house
is not home anymore!
...
To drain the serious feeling
which gets to vein,
a joker enters with fun.
His efforts aren't in vain.
...
Hope is the seed I sowed
to grow a tree,
big and with widespread boughs.
The fight within
...