source The house and courtyard of my dreams, I pray for you, I put a dream to sleep under my pillow every day I decorated the wall of desire with small joys, I painted it with the blood of desires and

source I wish I could talk to your eyes about me I could put some dreams to sleep on my heavy eyelids, Why does my soul get restless on seeing the pair of swans Today you could have decorated the past

source There was a coin, which kept bouncing in the hands There was a bandage, which kept ringing in the feet Existence kept lying with head covered in knees Kept searching for itself in the light of others

source I had offered myself in full On the plate of society But some part of my existence Wallowed up My self-respect quietly avoided my eyes That is why it could not be Ended completely Even now my heart

source In the desire of perfection, Pieces kept breaking The life kept getting empty of feelings, Drop by drop The uproar kept on rising, Kept getting detached from attachment On the path of life, all

source I often wonder what the city would be like where you live how would the morning be which wakes up touching you the trembling sound of your lazy breaths reaches me The fragrance of fresh tea in the

source In the blue aura of the evening wrapped in dense fog The leaves on the branches Which were green Are filled with drops The oleander flowers are falling Like your laughter I want to fill my breath

source Some clouds of memories have gathered in the wet eyes The wet mind remembers The bright days, the lonely nights Lots of green leaves of spring The bird of the heart flies away With dreams in the

source I can feel the changes happening inside you I can also feel the wind that touches you and passes by I can recognize the flow From where the land of dreams begins Eager to burst forth You have new

source The night is not like flowers Nor are those days nearby Which bloom on the earth like sunshine Neither are the small silken clouds trembling in the wind, raining Nor are the stars strung in the

source The one who has come now brings with it the colors of every season This is the season of soft leaves This is the season of red roses Thousands of colors of love have bloomed This is one color that

source I want to have a sweet sleep Even at the age of thirty I want someone to put their hand on my head and say Everything will be fine Just like in childhood my mother Used to console us Used to raise

source What should I say I don't know how many times before me This word has been repeated How many times a poem has been written Yet the feeling is refreshing as fresh as morning dew How many times The

source I planted roses in my courtyard With the hope that flowers will bloom in them But alas, only thorns came out in them I watered them every morning and evening And kept watching them grow rapidly

source My mind is not eager to take renunciation yet But, I am weaving a sheet after thinking about something I heard a voice on the mountains It was a beautiful verse that congratulated me Leaving these

source A wandering ray came to my door last night That is why I have woven this song of light I have fought so many wars with darkness so far I have attached this sweat like a gem With this weaving, I

source An acquaintance who was lost here in the previous life I am writing his story in this life He remained incomplete till now like the stories of the sea It is a song which I could not complete with

source While walking, evening came and night became yours Oh bird of the blue sky, Make your night abode in songs When the wings become light, The morning will be in your name There will be discussion

source Garlands of songs I kept wandering in the world At the gates of words every time Who went by suddenly Garlands of songs drenched in nectar I never told anyone about my pain, Never did my eyes cry

source Pain is knocking at my door continuously That is why I am living the possibility of song This treasure of song was never empty for centuries This garden is such that there was no gardener to look