the effulgent sun
dipping everyday in the
river of darkness.
what lose, burning him as fire?
what blame, he bathing away?

tuneless piano
silently singing
the truth of silence.

Inside every colour of skin
There flows a river of red.
Inside every river of thoughts
There binds a piece of mind.
Inside every piece of mind
There blows a stroke of soul.
Inside every stroke of soul
There falls the hands of God.

kiss on faded face
revived recollection of
long lost wizened youth.

for a fresh fragrance
the tender petal bearing -
pang of her life time

from cradle to grave
a beam of sunshine paving
my way to the God.

How I wish to live a life, like any child of naughty five
Cry and smile with an empty heart, and sleep at night without hurts
Ah! how many springs passed through me, still I longed to have one more.