I have a fresh rose
                   in my hands
                                Still I smell only you

Your drafts are always better than your poems

Unknown,
Invisible,
Doubtful,

Yet my hope,

What a saint!

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been defeated
It was just the flip of a coin
That didn't turn your way

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been put to shame
It was just a dark cloud
That loomed over your head

Don't feel depressed
For you are the waves
That can upsize such defeats
In a single moment

Don't feel depressed
For you are behind the fog today
But will shine tomorrow
Even in the desert of darkness

In every leaf that
Falls, agony lies hidden;
We dont hear, we watch.

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept them.

On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

In arms of the clouds
The moon sleeps with eyes open;
Some glowworms twinkle.

Without poetry,

Society is an autumn tree