source I have seen you hundred times, I will see you hundred times I have always seen love, I will always see love Saw the moon in the sky Saw the flower in the garden Saw the green fields Saw the rising

source I have learnt to shower love on you I have learnt to sing with tears There are millions of ways to live in this world To drink the tears of sorrow like nectar I have learnt to be with you in every

source Who will understand the pain of the poor here There is no desire, no feeling The pain kept happening, I kept suffering No one listens, only kept talking The sun is scorching on my forehead, there

source All I knew was that there was a string This end of which was in my hand Where was the other end? Everything was invisible No matter how much I pulled it No matter how much I shook it There was no

source There is a calm stream of water There is a calm shore The bell echoing in the temple is also calm The devotees chanting Mantras is also calm The people speaking are also calm The people laughing

source Some desires deep within Still cries secretly O my heart, Even madness There is a limit Who took all your laughter and guffaws Where did you steal them In a blanket of sadness Why do you hide yourself

source December passed, you went away Bringing new days of the year The dilapidated fort of the old year It fell down I was left alone again When you came I liked you You dominated my life You gave me

source I have seen you after a long time You have come after a long time Where did I see this spectacle The spectacle you have shown The flower will have a few days Tight among the thorns, it will be difficult

source Come let us give some relief to the pain of this moment Because the talk of the new era is big People are our own, sit here and talk It is with great difficulty that such a moment comes The path

source As if it was just yesterday Whenever I sat down to study near that window, I would open the window, I would see sparrows playing among themselves in the garden in front, chirping.. One of them would

source Who are those people Who always have a placard hanging around their neck 'We are successful' Introduce me to the people of that colony Who live in a row On both sides of the wide roads Who are those

source Who are those people Who always have a placard hanging around their neck 'We are successful' Introduce me to the people of that colony Who live in a row On both sides of the wide roads Who are those

source If the decision written in red on the road, is to be considered history and there is no other option left, than getting the lintels installed on our windows, then what difference does it make whether

source Are these the same eyes Which were staring at me On the roadside The colour of those eyes By evening, Seems to match the grey colour Wrapped on my walls Are they my own eyes Which by evening Start

source When I meet you, no one talks There is so much distance between my words and yours I cannot tell you anything of my life There is not even a strand of grass left inside me Which I can give in exchange

source I am the one who has been late in taking decisions The wind has passed many times Very close to me Hands were wrapped around the body And fists were clenched Voices wandering, Passing through the

source A song that breaks this silence is necessary That tune that removes the pain of the wounded mind is necessary Those who have hurt minds, whose hearts are filled with grief, Whose throats are blocked,

source Come deep inside and see, you will find a pain, There may be a smile on the lips, but you will find moisture in the eyes Although there may be laughter outside, There will be a sadness inside, It

source My mind is wet, eyes are also wet Now there is only ash in the burnt relationships, My mind is scorched, Its wings are burnt There are not enough straws in the ruined nest In the snow storm There

source The fault of my eyes is that I have kept you in them. ..... Whenever I searched for satisfaction, I only found thirst I kept looking for happiness but I got only the dead body of happiness The fault