You love poetry or not
It's not going anywhere
It lives in the blood of man

He
Who seeks
Outer beauty
Is the one
Who has lost his inner beauty

Keep contact with broken things

To build up a single room of happiness

You will need some of them

I'm as big as your dream
As the future of your only child
As the prayer changing the course of one's life

My lap is the sea
Water flows out from my each limb

You call in me
Like a a groom to his bride
After the marriage is solemnised
Like a student to study my anatomy
Like a researcher to go deep into me

They stumble upon treasures, intact.

I'm in the pictures everywhere
I'm the meteor gleaming green in the day

I'm what makes Indians feel proud of their country

Thy lips are lemon
Still I wanna kiss them
For I have to live with you

We're married

On a branch,
A butterfly fluttered and flapped.

I said, "May I help you?"

It returned, "My wings are weak, not my efforts."

We have a brief conversation.
It's astonishing.
This era of frustrations
Doesn't let us carry our voice across.
Make it longer.
We would reap a great fortune.

The patches of fog
Stitch themselves behind the glass

I can't see the blooms down in the garden
But I believe they're there like stars in the day

Misfortune blurs things, not destroy them

More than often,

You have to lose your comfort
To break the stones into pieces

To build up
Your tomorrow

Everyone reacts to whatever they get, Unsolicited.

You need to be calm.

Wisdom doesn't sparkle
It flows and creeps into veins

Difficult times
Might pin your face,
Scratch your skins
Hinder the way of your dreams

Remember,
They don't know
Where your hope live
And patience sits

If they know
Remember
Both are locked in
And the key is in your hand

Sounds are unbidden guests,
Some have invitations

I Keep or don't keep ears doors open
They enter themselves

If I offer them any seats to linger,
It's my choice

But I want my ears to be honest

The child
Is a typewriter
Whatever we speak
It types for itself to follow