A blind favors no color.

You are dead—
If you see yourself somewhere—
Without a mirror.

The Ocean is the mirror of the Sky.

Happiness received last lasts forever.

She –
You directed frustrations to me
Frustrations bought irritation to me
Now tell me what to tell my heart
What is this, a life or a weather’s chart?
He-
Tell your heart, life is like a weather chart
Many times sunny, as many times dark
You got puzzled and you got confused
But you’re my love, you’re again excused
She-
How did it occur?
Never after me you were
He-
Destiny I was going into
Lost my way and it ended on you
She-
I am crazy or crazy is me
I know not what way and no destiny
Simply it feels our path is common
He-
How thoughtful of you
May be you are crazy or crazy is you
That sense of your ambiguity is what got me you
She-
Now that my hand is in yours
Will you say what you had to say?
He-
Something I had to say
Looking at you, hey!  
Lost, what I had to say
She-
Was it the confession of your love?
Or the intention to keep me in your heart
And a promise that you will never depart
Or you love me, you simply wanted to say?
*He-
I accept as true
It was my confession of love to you
And that I intend to swap my heart with you
With a promise I will never depart
And that I love you with all my heart

Life originates in pleasure
Begins in pain,
For some ends in treasure
For some ends in vain.

The lesser I know her,
The stronger I love her.

When you do,
The other does not.

When I am sad
I look into you and smile
When I am happy
I look into you and I laugh
When I am angry
I look into you and I am calm
You always reflect the truth
You show all that is behind me
And that is on me
How is it then always
When I look into you
I never see my eyes moving?

I love her, she know me,
I love her, she doesn't love me,
I love her, she loves me,
I love her, she doesn’t love me,
I love her, she leaves me,
I love her, she doesn't know me.

f.

I sat down – to write.
On a white sheet with graphite.
Behind me a stool.
Enough to raise me – a fool.
Up above a fan.
Soon will suspend a man.
Is that it? I say.
No more a day after today.
The sheet is dry.
And I jot the letter ‘I’
I rehearsed this note.
A thousand times by rote.
Is this how it was to end?
Or this is how it is to end.
This sheet of paper and thyself.
Have traveled separately
To find a purpose on this table.
Was the purpose to write a suicide note?
And then hang self while the note watch me die?
I began to write,
And what I write, I read
And what I read, I begin to like
I befriend the sheet and graphite.
The graphite says, “I won’t give up until you do”
The sheet says, “Neither I until you two.”
And I say, “For you two I will never too.”
I go behind and climb the stool.
Held the blades of the fan and dust them,
Switch on the fan and the blades rotate.
Air fills the room and papers begin to fly.
I smell the air and say,
“My suicide note saved me.”

She's wearing rain, and
Fragrance of petrichor;
The best beau for her,
Is life.

Treat children like birds so they fly,
And not like darts to hit the bullseye.

Poverty breeds poetry.

Reality is that I was trapped in a dream permanently.

The best time to look up to the stars was last night,
The second best is tonight.

Times fly
Comes July
Arrives rain
Tears drain
Drops pitter patter
Echoes of separation scatter.

In the beginning,
Life cheats death
Death wins eventually.

Sleep well,
except in hell,
in a mother's womb
and the earth's tomb.

I have few mugs
Porcelain mugs
All alike, same in color
I pick one and prepare coffee
Cannot distinguish the one used before
All were alike, same in color
I wish to make one my favorite
But any mark I make would be artificial
How I wish? A natural mark would separate one
Today I observed one with a slight difference
A minor crack at the brim
The mugs are washed
A mishandle would have caused
It is not ugly
It is no less useful
Naturally made, just a slight crack
Now both useful and notable
It is now my favorite mug