You will not born again
You will not descend on a planet
If you have such thoughts
You are waiting for the frog to fly
If you don't have you're not great too
If you are doing your best
To make each moment count
You're special, very special

Sorry! I cannot talk to you this hour
I have to go to my Love, the book.
You will envy her I believe
But I don't care because I don't indulge in adultery

You're a perfect novel
Don't be depressed
If people don't like your chapters
You're genre of God's literature
It's enough for your delight and happiness

Loneliness
Is a chair in the woods
The space stretches far and wide
Like a kid on a rope
You're afraid to sit on it

It's the only brave Poetry
That raises its shrillish voice
Against the tortures of War...

Our tomorrow is foggy
Because we don't
Shake off dust today

Forgive me,

This evening, pink in the park,
I dressed the stray frog,
wobbling on the stairs of grass
And fearful of mowing down
By the health-seekers,
With threads gagged into their ears

I thought of you,
Especially the moments
You had eaten melting chocolate
From my lips
At Select City Walk

But I wrapped up the solitary frog
As it was the most beautiful
And loveable thing in the crowd
And I fell for it
Because it was companionless
And its tomorrow was foggy..

There are occasions
During war,
When a child asks its mother

Are we human beings, the original,
God had made at the creation

He called me ****
Lighted my excitement
With his finger
Like a chocolate
I melted into his arms
Gladly, still greedy,
He went out
To the lady
Parking down the road
Today he turned up
And tried to do the same
I was stone
His finger got damaged
I'm happy
I have got my compensation

Every mobile screen
behaves like a daffodil
The moment a poem
Appears in a pretty dress
And both the palms get wet
With its fragrance

Rescue the bees,
Your true friends
Which toil and toil
For your health
And maintain
your own character
And be the bee

At sunset,
Slow footfalls
On yellow leaves,
And the breeze
Trying to take out
One of them,
Isn't just walking
It's like climbing clouds
Holding the rope of stars