everything is busy always as
everything cloudy
when each day rise
so that you forget to laugh
just once
even if life mock at you

my bare hands
can never wipe
those drops which
hurts me the most!!

of the first love from my mom
and the last love towards life
between we quench to fulfil the *thirst of love!

words live long
birds comes along
hearts keep words
as man keep swords.
as all man die,
each word fly ,


       to the lost thoughts of poets.

mirror mirror of the lord
where could i see a loving heart
and to turn it into a portion
for my elder sister
who eats sadness and slept in misery

go the worlds that never shed and ask them
for all your wish
like a bottle of fragrance i wandered
to find the love for her.
autumns and spring
summer and winter
an year passed i could find nothing
but pity for myself.

mirror mirror of the lord*
i don't find any.

stand before me and let me
do what you wish

i stood and was shocked
for heavens that i say
it is me.
my heart is never going to see the world.
so i said
world is not a cosy place for love to exist
lord took my heart
and turned it into a portion.
he made my soul to see my sister for last time.
SHE PREACHED THE LORD BEFORE I DID
AS THERE WAS A BODY NOT HER SOUL
I said keep it for the world
which does'nt know what love is.

hope you knows that.