If you ever travel under rain dotted blue
stop at the ten mile haat.

Sellers there are not smart
buyers don't ever bargain
strange is their dealing art
both parties feel having gained.

Small is all they have
except the smiles on the face
the little the garden has saved
is sold to fetch happiness.

There's no haggling on price
never mind if you don't buy
no price is needed to be nice
peace is just an easy try.

Small men with not much of need
who easily make you their part
an island that lies far from greed
enchants you wins your heart.

And it's not a story that I make
I happen to be there once a while
return with a bag of big take
from the village haat at ten mile.

Lovely bird
Flying from poetry's
Beautiful pages
Tell love
I miss her.

I am the rhythm
without a rhyme.

As the Night turns Darker
My Eyes get Smaller.
Flaring  my Nostrils a bit Larger.
Inviting you in my Armour.

The more I try to See ,
The more I became Blind.

His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.