After war
They might impose anything on you

but not the language

The side effects of loneliness is
It creates laziness in the person

The person
Who has nothing to do

                Is a big threat to society

No need to make a call to Happiness
If it's resting on the hill
And you are standing for him

He has no skill for technology

He will come to you
At the behest of Fate

If he doesn't do
Have patience
For he cares everyone
Though he is late comer

If the priest
Ask me
To put on his clothes
And take part in absolution

I would love to watch the tree
drop its sins one by one

And get surprised and learn
How it becomes a child again

Play with your pain
In the veranda
Or in the park
Regardless of what time it's
Let him move freely
And spend much time with it
Until it says I have to go

But don't let him climb
On your shoulders and back

We always blame fog
To ****** our warmth in winter

There's no blame to light
That doesn't let us talk to stars

Dark things are more valuable
Because they make white things beautiful

And white thingss have no business

After each effort
We expect the things
Shaping as per our desire or dream

Wait, they say invisibly
We hear the unsaid prescription

This is the time
Where we need to get
How things bloom or burn away

What we hope for isn't the reality
Till it's the reality we have that in our basket

Expecting the things to happen in our favour
Isn't bad either

Tears that run through our cheeks to handkerchieves

Will reshape into our courage

A little fortitude is enough

In this 21st century, the age of selfies,
I would tell your smile is cute

And I'm sure
You'd fall in love with me

For people are hungry to hear a single word

Out here in the strange city,
Away from parents, wife and children,
I feel like home in the park

When. A squirrel runs to catch my offered biscuits
And I react like its father

In a state of aloofness
We experience the importance of society

That we miss
Each hour
In the day and night

Go hard and rub hard
Against selfishness

It's keeping you away
From those
Who carry pitchers of love
For your undying thirst