source Perhaps She may return today, just for this, I am sitting at the door with a pitcher of colours The dreams that I had cherished in my eyes, For whom these eyes had cried a lot, Today she has left

source I have bequeathed all the happiness while being very conscious Wherever you say, I will go and tell you Wherever you say, I will sign I am a seller of wealth Pain is always dear to me Thirst is

source Every step on the path is unwilling Death is dominating birth Tell me my song-loving mind To which shade of sky should I take you Every direction is surrounded by fog The yearning of the age is

source So much loneliness in this fair Come my mind, let's go somewhere alone There is a lot of crowd but no meaning I heard the voices but no emotions felt I see many shoulders but no supply I don't have

source I will bless everyone Those who spread thorns in my path and stood far away smiling When the donor asked the relatives, I will first take your name Tears, sighs and groans All these are my own

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