Without poetry,

Society is an autumn tree

Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

Snowflakes

Fall
       At my window


I kiss
         My
              Beloveds

Oh, statue watches;
Time only runs on the road;
A single rose falls

Invisible pins fly
                           Among balloons


None deflates
                           but screeches

I hear tears
             Cry
Like and old leaf
              On the ground

They are snow
          And they live and die in silence

I have stared
Far too long
At this blank page.
I've come to the hard realization,
Like a refugee raft,
This poem won't write herself.

I stand alone
When the gloom of dilemma suffocates me

I'm not heading in the wrong direction
As it has been my passion
And I'm going to my cherished destination

But I stand alone
When I need a hand to cover the distance

What tomorrow unfolds will be in my palms
Still I stand alone
Still I stand alone

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......