If a river had ears, they would’ve heard
songs of the clouds and the rain
floating in the breeze above oceans

If a river had ears, they would bring me 
stories told by gurgling, shrinking glaciers
imploding in warming streams

If a river had ears, the waters would know
all the secrets of dolphins and mahseer
it would play the scores of a whale’s song

If a river had ears, they would be blocked
and, when the waves hit the banks, the river
losing its balance forgets the course 

If a river had ears, those would be pierced
their small holes plugged with white pearls
stolen from an oyster’s shell 

Some rivers have ears
like ones flowing through Kashmir,
with their dainty drooping lobes,
pierced by bullets. Robbed of their
red-threaded golden dejhors,
the ears echo of unheard miseries.

I shot the breeze today
with crickets, beetles,
spiders and caterpillars,
we held a moot.

Each representative, a voice:
words in the clamour
to be heard

In these lands of
many common grasses,
breeze told anecdotes,
arachnid needs
and insect calls for attention
often get ignored

Stopping to sit,
look through clutches of eyes,
sing with rattled wings
and chew cud,
can help retune the din
to be cleanly heard

Nothing but a empty, shallow heartless heart that strives on each beat by the waves of your heartbeat.
I want to love you, be with you forever, but our love yet seems to be so distant.
I lay here on my bed, eating some snacks and feeling as if my world is falling to pieces, but there's something missing and that person is you.
Without you i have no motive to move, without your kiss i can't breath to live.
Where have you gone and where will you go when our hearts don't match in sync no more.
I'm restless and bored when you're not here.
Feels like your mind is an empty nutshell that shifts moods from day to night in a matter of split seconds.
You love me but you don't want to be with me and when you are with me you have to be in rage with your own depression when i try to help it's like i try but you can't hear me, you don't listen. Then i'm the one to blame.
I" am the one to blame.
Thank you for saying it's all about me,
that i truly don't understand when it's just all you that i bend my back over for.
You're blind and depressed but so am i when my heart is lonely without you.
I love you.

You know the world is crazy
Is painful
Is cruel
When you hear
that a five year old's prayer to God
was to die.