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

source My friend I remember that day while taking the photo You were repeatedly telling me Keep your laughter controlled Neither less nor more... I would either burst out laughing Or become serious You

source The river is shrinking Its veil is shrinking It is afraid of the noise of the city It is afraid of the silence of the village... Now it does not run away It flaunts itself freely Its face no longer

source Dreams are generous, You are looking at Blue sky covered with clouds, Valley of flowers, Listening to melody of winds A squirrel comes running from the nearby jasmine bush, Sits on your palm You

source One big problem of being good is that you never doubt anyone's goodness You think that if this world exists, then good people must be present somewhere in this world You believe that people should

source You wanted to grow thorny bushes in our fields So that they spread all our wisdom On the ground And the feet of our thoughts Wherever they want to go Come back wounded You wanted to water these