Nothing is something,
everything.

The world hangs on
hollowness.
Dive into the river.
Which path
you have to cross?

Candles pray
through the space.
The concerns of leaves
Are replied though the same.

Mud is here.
So are we.
Nothing is something,
everything.

At the edge of a hill, think,
You are sure you've a wife,
Falling is the end, if I wish,
In depression, to end my life.

Think, none is there to read
Her deep eyes, and dreams,
In dust, will die. O man, think,
Suicide will ****** their beams.

Don't you see
How blossoms
control mountains?

It's beauty not power
That compels you
to think for a moment!

Kiss me once, twice and thrice,
And once more till I am thrilled;
Thy lips are not rose, nor musk,
For music of my love they're destined

Hold the hand of an old man;
The water will flow
for the growth of your mind

If you commit a crime
and move on, ignoring it,
Nobody will stop you,
But, remember,
Nobody will welcome you!

First seats for VIPs.
Chief guests are of a high order.
Society highlights the brightest.
Everywhere bias blows fast.
But poets are the clouds, rivers and stars.
They give space to the rich and the poor.
I write for those, too, my brothers.

The lonely sun
Sinking
In the deep fog

Struggle to shine
Optimistic to live

Stand
At the shore;
Listen,
My heart breaks
And flows over your feet;
Bow
and push them back
If you can
Or they will
Make their way
But
With no
Perfect place

All of us
Are sick
of selfishness
And generousness is remedy