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

source From the day love started growing under the shade of the eyelids This wretched sunlight has also started to change its mind Yes, feelings have started to come in the eyes of the deer All the loves

source When my eyes searched far and wide I could not find you Then I laughed very loudly!! Like the first time While riding a bicycle When father let go of my hand while holding the carrier I looked back

source After a long time I bring down my dream On the green grass drenched with dew The red tap of cool feet Which turn the ground of reality There was the pain of being buried in the sad nights of green

source Everything you say is correct I kept believing this On forgetting You had said "A person forgets everything slowly" Yes! Now I too have started forgetting That rain! Where memories had

source ‘It is a tough time!' The poet mutters Wakes up in the middle of the night With pen and ink The lamp lights up with a crack In the circle of light The communicable emotions start settling down with

source All the lamps are getting extinguished, Keep them lit by covering them Even from the hot desert, You will extract water Keep the faith If darkness prevails, You are searching for the sun, Keep the

source What is music that gets bound in borders! What is song that gets bound in the chains of languages! It is impossible for music to be confined in any culture or civilization Who has been able to bind

source When you get angry I become restless Like a sad sky without stars As if a black cloud has hovered over the redness of the sun As if the tears has flowed out of the black eyes As if the cloud has

source I have scattered myself so much If you cannot find me then look for me In my songs and creations I will be found in some form or the other, sometimes showering love on you and sometimes showing

source Sleep did not knock on my eyelids again at night To cheer myself up I looked out of the window The moonlight, with her eyelids lowered Saw her busy writing a poem When she saw me She quickly entered

source We will meet next time In that small restaurant Whose light does not hurt the eyes Where there is neither so much darkness That the expressions of the face are hidden Nor so much light That the

source How many times have we made plans That we will go somewhere far away To spend holidays Just you and me And a total of seven days No noise of Cities No interference of work No household hassles That

source I wish it were like this that you become the sky... endless from end to end wide, vast, enormous... adorned with the crests of light peeking from the womb of white clouds... and then I become a

source I was the expanse of the ocean Immense and unfathomable... I had kept myself calm... So that I would throw up my own water... Self-proclaimed unconquerable... I never noticed The first ray of dawn...

source The canvas of life is full of wonders Every memory is ready to float in infinity Every moment is eager to be separated from the other moment Like a mystery... You are the form of this mystery of