The flower doesn't complain against thorns ;
It just keeps maintaining its own goodness.

Your words are fire
Your words are water

Choice is yours

Friends are two legs of a compass

We are gentlemen
Not because we sport fine dresses
But because we are gentle

Our behaviour is our honour.

Without hurting yourself
You cannot reach the hill

Our sin is but a ghost
That haunts our each Breath
And accompanies us to hell

An empty chair
adds nothing
to a beautiful place
An empty mind
adds nothing
to a beautiful personality

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

One child asked
An old scavenger
At the back of
Old Delhi Railway Station

What's ******* you collect
Like a kid to chocolates?

It's more than chocolates
And more than my name
I have to drag along with me
But not more than your smile
That also blooms in my cottage

My face
Is the cloudless sky
And eyes its twinkling stars

There aren't other words
To interpret my black skin!

No patronising
Respecting her, caring her
Never scold the lamb!