Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

Snowflakes

Fall
       At my window


I kiss
         My
              Beloveds

Behind the almirah,
I saw Anxiety,
Trembling and gleaming
Like the eyes of the rat
That cowers and pants.

I dared to speak to it,

And it like a traumatised patient
Only stared at me

And I, a little child,
Got scared.

It was horrible!

All persons were rejoicing in dance
While the Geeta was sobbing in the room

The dullness of life
Lies in not enhancing knowledge......

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

Your true capacity is to discover the truth

Failure is not death

It's Renaissance for a new wonder