samyak jain

success is a damsel
that intoxicates;
failure is your mistress
that teases.
...

your naughty mood
impels the naughty strands
of hair on your fore head
to play with my face
...

every time you would say
this is the last time
...

in the deep recess
far away from the light
lives a neanderthral.
...

all of you who tonight
resolve to blink the lights
for two hours
and
...

not many seasons ago

if i happen to scrawl
a circle on a white sheet
of paper
...

dew drops
on the grass
ups life through
tips of the toes
...

desire to write
is over-whelming,
but
subjects fleeting,
...

do not loosen the grip,
for tomorrow i may need you most.

as strangers we met,
...

eternal vigilance is
the price of liberty
and of life
in democracy...
...

the same morning,
the same news paper,
the same violence
inflicted upon
...

tonight is the
only night when
i shall remember you
and shed a tear or two
...

morning time
peak morning hours
in the port city.
...

are like chillies.
seen in isolation
it makes you cry.
but
...

there should be a sea
in every body's life;
an agent
to invade
...

beware of the Ides of March,
you gullibles,
what was true of Caesar
is true of you too.
...

two steps into my living room,
what promises have you
come with?
...

if ever some day
i
dare to drink the whole
of
...

a true child of God,
a tiny figure
bent low
with the burden of love,
...

all our gods
are stone gods,
they donot melt
that easily to prayers.
...