Is this sweet babe
The bright crescent moon, or the charming flower of the lotus,
The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon,
A pure coral gem, or the pleasant chatter of parrots,
...
The world -
becoming
smaller and smaller
everyday,
...
Words grow
Beyond the words
Beyond the self
Beyond the soul
...
Poet is a suicide bomber
For he is exinct with every explosion
But, the words fly apart
Make you bleed with their sharp edges
...
Dear,
When I could listen to
Your heart-beats on mine,
...
A sacred hand towards the poor,
A golden heart for the invalids,
A heavenly smile for the refugees….
O Mother,
...
Every poet is an ion
Not an atom
Or a molecule...
With some freed electrons
...
I am the spear
You are the wound
I am the wound
You are the spear
...
We met
Somewhere in this
Narrow cooridor of
Medicine!
...
Scratched on air,
Scribbled on water....
Trap me in
The prison of words...
...