source He got stuck at a place from where no one can get out He is not tired but this confusion is that where should we go from here If someone knows 'where' then tell him by calling him He does not know

source What should I say It's just a longing Like the taste of water Like the pricking of an ear of wheat Like you in my eyes, It's not that big a thing It's just a longing That I want to stay with you

source The wave is going The water is being left behind There is no water in the wave There is something else which is going The poem does not stay in the word Nor does the meaning of the poem stay The

source At this moment, The darkness is at its peak The silence is on the tongue The moments are stilled The tears are frozen In the still night, In the unsaid words The moment that breaks out from the

source These lips of yours Like the chirping laughter of nightingale Let the flute of your lips play I get lost in the sky of your lips Sweeter than any flute More intoxicating than any flower More charming

source You left me too As if, all things are being left behind They were not there before Now they are not there even more In this returning current Some mounds of sand Have collapsed and stopped A snail

source Every time whenever I drowned I found a new river Lying on the backs of hot rocks Days passed, Kept washing Old stains On this shore, the river carried away everything With itself, the river never

source Have you ever think the definition of dreams being possible? Maybe you have, but it will definitely change its meaning when I present some well-prepared treasures included in my life in front of

source Now I have started to realize, How much difference there is between these winds and those winds. Whenever I used to meet a special friend, I used to think that, let's go to take a walk and get some

source How can I tell you all that I had thought That you have understood You have measured the ocean of my silent mind And my stormy scream hidden at its bottom You have understood and seen The bright

source Hope, Like the surge of the river Like the tide of the sea, Like the glory of the sun Like the coolness of the moonlight Sometimes it seems Like the glow of the stars Sometimes like the mystery

source To your heart, In the illusion that Maybe at night Your lifeless body will stir At least, You will remember me When by chance But someone else's fragrance Sounds like my fragrance to you And through

source You will remember me somewhere Away from the crowd Even if it is in solitude But you will definitely remember me With the echoing and crackling sound of the train Or even after that But you will

source I will stay at her feet and be called Hers I will show the love I have for Her I will create my own method of worshipping her I will make the strings of my heart vibrate I will fill my mind with

source Today suddenly I remembered my dear mother After that continuous tears started flowing from my eyes As if someone is saying that now I will not get my dear mother That is why today I do not like

source The twinkling lamps of the stars lit up the sky to celebrate I went searching in that light, with a plate full of tears. The beautiful shade of lights was there, the green grass The forest-gardener

source What I cannot say to you, will you paint it? O painter, will you show me such an image? The eternally separated woman is coming, showering pearls on the path Lighting the lamps of stars, crying

source Life was once a mountain Desolated, lonely, speechless Someone touched it and it became a flower Someone shook it off, It scattered like a petal. Then I realized It was never a flower, Nor a mountain,

source In the endless blueness of the still sky, which radiant face is my soul searching for? The wick of my breath is burning? Incense, lamp, rice, sandalwood, offerings, all are saying, I am the one

source You are immortal, I am mortal My love! I am suddenly startled in the water of vision Whenever I wake up from my sleep I see you wandering around silently in the dense forest With the lamp of separation