source We could not be part of a small wish We could not be like innocent children Part of summer or rain I did not become a human being Singer or musician of some gathering, I have always been the servant

source I could never join, In the intoxicating melody of the festival I did not deliberately join In the traditional monsoon and spring What will you call this grumpy nature of mine? My natural aloofness

source That was not the value of friendship My friend It was a desire For those flying moments Which were giving evidence of their existence by screaming in the mould of time like fragrances Unspoken words

source An endless series of moments spent with you and behind them hidden a small question When? When did you spread within me I could not know I know How difficult it has become to bind the speed of the

source What has happened to my pen these days I am afraid Is it in love, My pen It starts dancing as soon as it sees paper Sometimes all the love in the world comes to its mind And sometimes hatred Sometimes

source On those roads of my mind, Where your "memories" used to roam fearlessly, I don't know what kind of deep silence and how deep the stillness is there today! A thought that comes down from

source How simple and natural was your wish Forgive me An impulse that had been held back for many days A strange helplessness and a pang Which was ready to melt after surging up The affectionate clouds

source Listen!! I won't say that you are my destiny... but yes you are definitely a beginning of that page of my life in which there is spring but not the fragrance which I had imagined... I don't even

source Yes, it was just yesterday... Holding the treasure of her memories to my heart, I was strolling in the courtyard of my mind Then I saw that today all my poems and her words were scattered here and

source Yes, I have changed What if I changed The dates of the calendar change The days, months, seasons change The constellations in the universe change their direction Then what if I changed... Who...

source Yes! These days I am writing 'love' I have written enough "pain" Now I am writing love! Reading each other's eyes Searching for the lines of our names on each other's palms... I am writing

source I want to meet death with peace of mind I want to touch it I want to smell my funeral pyre, I want to feel the smell that emanates from a burning body How it would be for the soul to shiver in a

source She wanted to say something But she doesn't know why... In trying to say 'something' She used to miss out on a lot of things... Every day she would sit to neatly decorate The basket full of those

source You come, When the pain Comes to my lips And stops but cannot say anything For ages, the soft bottom of my heart Becomes like a river You come... You come, When the free rivers start moving to meet

source Today you stop, let time go... Look, today the poem of my heart is sobbing Inscribe on my poem The language of your inner feelings Let your laughter stop On my cry stop In my present Becoming ever-past

source Ever since I have gained consciousness of existence, I have moulded myself in this grey wilderness with the determination to live! Years ago in the tired womb I had taken shape My body was untied

source He who has just woken up early in the morning Safe from a night's sleep Seeing with satisfaction That the world is intact in his eyes Where it was left out At the last turn in the newspaper Flipping

source You are the basis of my existence Half strength,Half weakness The basis of life's essence You are the soft soil spread In the open pond Swelling like raw grass The fragrance of greenery blooming

source You wait in an unknown joy and excitement Climbing the wall of the house all around On the path that opens ahead The unblinking eyes remain stuck The imprint of the familiar footprints Remains in

source When I am here, In your eyes I am living somewhere else too Remaining in someone's memories Perhaps that is where I get energy In this tiring journey of life Again new enthusiasm It comes like a