The key to heaven,
And escape from snake desires;
On lips goodbye falls!

Unknown,
Invisible,
Doubtful,

Yet my hope,

What a saint!

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been defeated
It was just the flip of a coin
That didn't turn your way

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been put to shame
It was just a dark cloud
That loomed over your head

Don't feel depressed
For you are the waves
That can upsize such defeats
In a single moment

Don't feel depressed
For you are behind the fog today
But will shine tomorrow
Even in the desert of darkness

In every leaf that
Falls, agony lies hidden;
We dont hear, we watch.

On the road the son
Weeps on his father's silence;

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept 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.

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

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stops it.

In arms of the clouds
The moon sleeps with eyes open;
Some glowworms twinkle.

Without poetry,

Society is an autumn tree

Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

The year
               In which
                               We lived together

Sharing
              our joys
                             and sorrows

Passed silently
                           Leaving us
                                               With its a new
Companion
                     Which we call
                                               THE NEW YEAR

Snowflakes

Fall
       At my window


I kiss
         My
              Beloveds

Oh, statue watches;
Time only runs on the road;
A single rose falls

My eagle


Soared

But

Came down the ground

At sunset

Invisible pins fly
                           Among balloons


None deflates
                           but screeches

I hear tears
             Cry
Like and old leaf
              On the ground

They are snow
          And they live and die in silence

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I stand alone
When the gloom of dilemma suffocates me

I'm not heading in the wrong direction
As it has been my passion
And I'm going to my cherished destination

But I stand alone
When I need a hand to cover the distance

What tomorrow unfolds will be in my palms
Still I stand alone
Still I stand alone

Behind the almirah,
I saw Anxiety,
Trembling and gleaming
Like the eyes of the rat
That cowers and pants.

I dared to speak to it,

And it like a traumatised patient
Only stared at me

And I, a little child,
Got scared.

It was horrible!

All persons were rejoicing in dance
While the Geeta was sobbing in the room

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

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

Your true capacity is to discover the truth

Failure is not death

It's Renaissance for a new wonder

Those
Who
Suffer silently
                         Grow wise

Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet

Delicacy of flowers is their strength that keeps them intact from thorns

Curious
To know

About atonement

You are truly perspicacious

Your views can go against me
But remember
You can vanish me
For I'm made of my views

Condescending is not cowardice
It's your audacity to maintain your goodness

We don't grow wise
Until we commit mistakes

Love is pouring into my head
Yeah I'm just 14 and they say
Love is a crime until adolescence absorb you
Yeah they are right
But let they know
Being in love
Is human and I'm too human

Politeness is snow
When it falls everything is cloaked
When it melts
All feel its rhythmic touch

Never compare your talent with anyone.
This is the attribute of a shakespearean buffoon.

Freedom is a seed to sprout anywhere

Flowers bloom in silence

                      For silence is beauty

Softness of flowers
Make them humble

Without softness
Flowers would have been thorns....

It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable

Don't you know you are against your own rising?
If I'm wrong? What is that apprehension
Fettered around your legs?

The leaves of filial are dead
Oh! We are just for bread