She
left her eyes
in
my eyes...

She
left her breath
in
my lungs..

She
left her smile
in
my face..

She
left her grace
in
my expression..

She
left her voice
in
my ears...

She
left her butterfly
in
my heart..

She
left her laugh
in
my cloud..

She
left her memories
in
my dreams..

She
left her absence
in
my tears...

Talking to my girlfriend
through mobile
was not thrilling
Coz
we both are reduced
to machines
Hence
decided to meet her
in person..

If
her silence
is the possibility of language
then
the language
is the possibility
of meaning
'Yess'....

To ****
is a way of
imposing silence
on the object
finally
the object
become
no more an object
just silence..

First
Policemen must create
thieves before
Citizen
require protection
from them..

Museum
are not founded
to protect
the art from crowd
But
to protect the crowd
from art...

You know
Poet's do not fit
into the concept of society
not because a place is denied
But
because they do not take
their places
seriously....