Last night I dreamed of god
Then I talked and asked him
Why there is pain in earth?
He laughed and replied
"There is no value of day
Without night
There is no value of light
Without darkness
Like, There is no value of happiness
Without pain
Because, you can't imagine or feel the taste of day
Without night
You can't imagine or feel the taste of light
Without darkness
You can't imagine or feel what is happiness
Without pain
Because, this world is a blend of similar with their dissimilar".

When I feel myself unhappy
I take up my pen and my diary.
Then I sit by the window on my chair,
From where; I can feel the blowing air.

Subsequently I begin to write
I write about the ‘Sight’
I write about my pain
I write like a crazy insane.
I write about my feelings
I write about every thing.

No matter it (story) is a good one or bad
But I only write to escaped from sad.
I don’t expect it to be great
I don’t expect it in a higher rate
I only write to get relief of my pain
I don’t write for gaining my fame.

Only writing brings me tranquility
Only writing removes my anxiety.
This is why I always write
And this is why I will keep write.

Though I am not a poet enough
To dominate thee.
But my heart is more than enough
To make happy and love thee.

In this wonderful starry night,
When the world has fallen to a deep sleep
When silence has covered all the side
We two sit with locking our lips.

In this un-rhythmic way of life
If I have ever met someone special;
It is Thou on whom I thrive
On whom depends my cause of lethal.

My heart and soul have burnt
With a lots of despair,
After thou have let me learnt
That I am not in your affair.

Though, I am not love by thee
Though, I have no place in your thought,
But thou still special for me
And thou always will be still a lot.

So, I can love you till my last breath
This is my only and final death wish.

Let the bird be free
Do not hold her in cage, cause
All have right to free.

In the lap of nature
Under the Willow tree
Accompanied by others creature
I sit with depression in me.

Here, by the side of Willow
Also flowing the great stream
Where at the midst, in a row
I can hear the rolling Salmon's scream.

Here also blowing the cool air
Under the blue evening sky
But these all objects still unfair
To my soul without satisfy.

Because you know without your beautiful face
In my mind, these phenomena have no trace.