Don't throw hate over me
Don't push my dreams into the sea
I do breathe like you
Though I'm black in hue

It's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Black is sapphire like me
Black is Jasper like me
Black is menalite like me
Black is granite like me
Black is rose like me
Black is gloss like me
Dont throw hate over me
Dont push my dreams into the sea

I wanna fly in the blue
Though I'm black in hue
O my bro it's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
Though I'm black in hue
Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo

Reading is polishing a rusted mind.

Reading is an adventurous journey.

Reading is a memorable confab because all words speak to me.

Going into a mind is like entering a holy place and reading scriptures there.

He can change

A stone

Into a gem

The sun is sharp in the sky
Leaves are talking as slowly
As if they are shy of
Making their love in the open
And butterflies are trying
To listen to their feelings
I'm waiting for her
I think i can't better place than this
To put the rose on her palm
And lock her lips with mine

Your eyes
                  Are deep valleys

And

I am drowned in them

On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

The dullness of life
Lies in not enhancing knowledge......

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining