Softly the day is dying, And darkness gathers 'round, Covering earth with its mantle Coming without a sound. In the blue arched dome above us, One by one the stars peep out Birds in the trees are sleeping,

Transported to learn with pain, far away the blind man sleeping learns about the sun! In order to die, he must cross that wide open plain. From each of each and they of whom, which is thirsty and empty

These are my lips. These lips are big lips. They need more open space to wrap them selves around. They don't fit onto smug pouty little pretty faces, These lips are full wide and free lips. They don't

Who is responsible for my life of solitude forced to curtail my thoughts in the blanket of darkness.. Who is responsible for my life of imprisonment unable to give wings to my humble dreams of my life.

A rose I am Pinned to the chest to keep abreast of all times..! To the lovers... I am a declaration Of their hearts to be united in their journey of life...! To the men of letters... I am a decoration

I opened the door of my room... and there he was in front of me.... A cockroach...! Looking for all as if he owned the place Perfectly at home....! He eyed me defiantly.. 'Who are you' the question read..