Let's go hand in hand to a strange spot
Secretly, stealthily, without paying heed
To what they perceive and say of us
We'll take a walk in hillsides in pair
...
An orphan child
Is sitting on a platform
Ignoring the sound of fast crossing trains
And trains halting late at the station
...
She is not hard like iron
But her softness works in her favor
She dares not to walk in midnight
Into the world of thieves and abductors
...
Imagination is gifted
With powerful wings
For glutted swings
Once it starts flying
...
I can't call you a traitor
As you promised me
To live together forever
To divide and share
...
Life teaches us
Many lessons from
Its strenuous journey,
Hardships and struggles.
...
He tightly held one hand of his son
And went on whispering in mourn
No more should you pat my head
Get me away from this hospital bed
...
On a high back chair
In garden bare
I deeply visualize
The fanciful dance
...
By the unremitting blaze of sun,
her tank was shrunk, bed dried up.
No water, no moss left except some
patchy cracks of mud here and there.
...
In this transient world
life is like a tender
flimsy and brittle leaf
which can be blown away
...