samyak jain Poems

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...
...