To live, one must die,
love takes a giving heart
a never fading Taj Mahal
an art of a beautiful mind!

The moon amidst
the celebrations of stars
still in its proverbial stance
only the eye no fingers!

If there ever a moment of flower
let it be today the rose
in the tips of the fingers!

Pure beauty
Atop hills of thorns
A rose
Full stop.

O God
this living minute
is enough to thank
it's a present
not death!

A small world
full of human.
Yet it's a big one
full of victims
of loneliness.

As big as heaven
              size ways.
But to preserve
      it took no space
did it in a few words.
          So tiny that was
didn't notice how or where                      
       I lost my password
now the giant heaven
       I can't see nowhere!

Painted it in the deep
dark night.
Still, it's the moon
of zillions of stars!