If only it were
like a strand of your hair,
like a glimpse of you
in your mirror!

Just like a one perfect sway
into the all-encompassing curve
of the ever-smooth, perfect circle
captures the ultimate decimal of pi!

Never shows the hand
but gives a rose.
Leaves up to you
with your views
with your thoughts!

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.