She was good at applying tactics
I was bad in lying tactics

Lonely, ignored and rejected
He must try now crying tactics

She can scan my heart and mind
God has gift her spying tactics

Dreams insisted to see her again
I did not use my denying tactics

She sold her grief in price of love
I knew nothing about buying tactics

She is innocent but my rivals
are good at her supplying tactics

I could bring her moon and stars
If I knew those flying tactics

She wanted to know how much I love
I kept on playing my shying tactics

Eyes are calm when soul is thrilled
They have learnt such drying tactics

When dances and shake later
She becomes a quake later

Allow me to hold your heart 
Give now and take later

I'm putting my trust in you
keep now and break later

Oh! These relationships 
are fun but ache later

She is floating in my eyes
which became a lake later

All our early memories
are becoming opaque later 

Night itself said to me
Sleep now, awake later

Which I thought her real face
Appeared to be fake later

Dove like my girlfriends
All became snake later

You want now to discuss her?
No! Please! For sake, later

Going to leave you behind now
I need to clear my mind now

Your hair, bangles or smile
Nothing will keep me bind now

Despair has advised me
not to love you blind now

Devils and angels, fire and ice
will never be combined now

After driving me crazy enough
You need to be fined now

It's more than skin and curves
Beauty should be defined now

I walked through this dark eclipse
My stars seems to be aligned now

Thoughts were scattered stardust
These poems have enshrined now

Layer of fear around you
smog has surround you

I thought I am lost
Until I found you

Dear queen of the night
Moon has crowned you

Fly together with me
or people will ground you

Run free from my love
Who has bound you?

Swim across my soul
If I have drowned you

Every scar is a poem
Let someone wound you

You are busy in doing a lot of stuff...
Your days seem to be very tough...
But I need to talk about many things...
Please replace me with your earrings...

Sometimes I need to hold your hands...
When you are taking daring stands...
And no time to explain different angles...
So better wear me like your bangles...

I know your world is moving fast...
But I need to stay with you at last...
To give if need you an urgent tip...
Let's think about being your hair clip...

They made a pile of yellow leaves and burnt them...
They thought they were dead...
But
why did you do this to hearts?....

Beijing is becoming smoggy
You may taste blood in the air...

Beyond your imagination is a fairyland
That kingdom which you've never seen
Let us run to that land of love
Of which you will be the sole queen

Beyond your dreams is garden of heaven
Where sunshine will fall only at you
We'll float  in your internal galaxies
You'll be the reflecting drop of dew

Beyond your thoughts is unknown me
Who day by day is becoming monk
Writing his poems in praise of you
Presenting his soul chunk by chunk

He sits behind her everyday
and stares at her a lot
He thinks it's well and fine
But actually it is not

He waits for her when she is late
and worries beyond belief
When she comes, he looks at her
and gets a soothing relief

He speaks a lot in class
but keep his tone so dim
And pretends to be gentle and calm
Because she listens to him

He scribbles something on it
His notebook is chaotic
This is time and class is place
Where he is most poetic

He thinks of her and just of her
Coz else is just a blur
Class becomes a garden in heaven
where everyone sings of her

You make me mad yourself, then say me 'you are mad'...
And that's not the only reason which is making me so sad...

You stopped loving those things, you once used to love so much...
And that's not the only step which you have taken so bad...

Your silver bangles talk to me and softly tell me everything...
But earrings shout too loud when they have something to add...

I'll pick all these stars and fill the sky with my words...
So it can shower poems on you when will see you being glad...

You don't want to talk to me and it will be very hard for me...
I may no longer laugh again or may wander like a lost nomad...

If you love, I will adore more than this
If you ignore, I will ignore more than this

She says, you have to suffer more
is there anymore, more than this?

These are eyes which can cry
Heart is sore more than this

The tree under which we used to sit
was green before, more than this

She has a doubt that I don't love
I can't be sure more than this

She asked while salting my wounds
"Are you happy or more than this?"

I am scared, your mom may come
Please close the door more than this

Time is bad which plays games
You always score, more than this

You are amazing as you are now
and on dancefloor,more than this

You were a book and I was a reader
Look!
I read
Until bleed...
Then I decided to change the chapter
Uff...Your Character!
Finally, I moved to another book
to explore new themes...
But my dreams!


You were Sun and I was Saturn
Look!
I revolved
Until dissolved...
Then I decided to change the orbit
Uff...Your Target!
Finally, I changed the sky
to fly high...
But a Sigh!

Words aren't insisting
to be enshrined in poems
I'm forgetting you

Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

Book is luxury
Hungry stomach doesn't care
Politics or Law

Enough is enough
I will not stop loving you
let me do a bit

Don't hurt someone's heart
You will have to face trouble
If he has patience

Melting this cold Night
With salty dew drops of eyes
Till morning I'll try

You inhale galaxies
cause whenever I kiss you
It tastes like poem

Cold and lonely nights
Your love is now choking me
I am dead inside

Rhymes hypnotize me
hold my hand, force me to write
so my poems cry

After thinking much
I have thought to stop thinking
It is good for us

Let us make a deal
you ask night to let me sleep
I request my eyes

Heart of gold of yours 
It is dead so is useless 
so what if you have?

You know, I want, I want, I want...
Hurry up! Let's go for shopping...

I just want two bangles of rainbow
and a simple anklet of lightning
Small earrings of glowing snow
and a necklace of rain dropping

I won't spend much money...
So no need me of stopping...
And tuck you in my hair bun,
will not it be so frightening...

My soul insists
to dance sometimes...
I close my eyes
then imagine your face...
My heart is a song
which beats in rhymes...

O the mighty god of sleep
Put your gentle hand on my head
while I am turning and tossing in bed
My eyes are red
All most dead
Fed up of this moon
which promised me to come soon
Room is what laughs at me
Night asks, "Where is she?"

In the court of love
where God was presiding judge itself
I had all the evidences against you
and witnesses were in my favour as well
I saw in your eyes
then understood
that I have won the case
But lost you...

You are a criminal who breaks hearts 
You will go to jail and stay lonely
I am kind judge so give you a chance
But you can bribe in kisses only

Winter is
too cold...
And no one
to hold...

Nights are
too long...
to no one
they belong...

Memories are
too sad...
And make me
so mad...

I called you
too hotty...
My heart was
so naughty...

And you were
too bossy...
Now all this
is messy...

I wish I could just let it go
And pretend to be just fine
You and I, as “we” or “us”
cannot be combine...

It’s easy to say but hard to do

I wish I could just stir it up
But recipe seems a fail
You and I, though beautiful blends
Cannot be cocktail...

It’s easy to say but hard to do

I wish I could just love me more
And get rid of your obsession
But where “you” end, where “I” start
It’s still a big question...

It’s easy to say but hard to do

I want to forget you
but
I need
your permission to forget you

I will forget you
but
Promise me
you will let me forget you

I need to forget you
but
I can't
I love my memories

Even if I forget you
but
I will never forget
that I forgot you

It is a one night journey
from fulfilment to frustration
from hope to despire
from someone to no one
It takes just one night
to be a mystic...

Let's suppose, our luck is choosing and
we have no option to choose...
Let's suppose, you are cold breeze
which passes through my hair and
disappears as soon as I try to feel the chill...
Let's suppose, you are a pleasing scent
of rainfall on dry soil which vanishes
as soon as I try to inhale this sensation...
Let's suppose, you are sun and I am moon
and we keep playing hide and seek...
Let's suppose, you are the height of sky and I have wings.
I try to fly till you but can't reach...
Let's suppose, both of us are two shores of sea
which never meet...
Let's suppose, we are not what we are supposing...
Let's suppose, we have choice and we are choosing...

Let us make some love
I become pen,you paper
And write a poem

These Rights, Those Rights
Big Rights, Small Rights
Natural or Divine Rights
Relative or Absolute Rights
Positive Rights, Negative Rights
Civil or Cultural Rights
Economic and Social Rights
His, Her or It Rights

I don't need collective Rights
I don't want individual Rights

Take back you all Rights
Give me just my one Right
Right to be left alone...

My heart is a baby
which often yells and cry
It only becomes silent
when pick you up it high
And when it feels down
Your smile makes it fly

My heart goes crazy
It's just a baby

I like black color and paper boats, elderly people, old homes, month of November, broken dreams, sad stories and deep silence after them...

I like my childhood, honest friends, my bag and old pen, recess at school, old playground and games that time has played with us...

I like the food cooked by my grandmother, cups of tea, pet parrots and the cat, mischievous things which were easy to be forgiven by everyone...

My hometown and its old railway station, the whispered voice, your laughter, storytellers, folklores and true characters hidden in them...

I like these yellow leaves decorating old trees, snowflakes, my old diaries, your old letters, my old scarf, small babies, poetry books and rhymes in them...

The old sky and stars which used to come to see you shining, rainy season, the cold Beijing and its winter nights, Tsinghua Campus... I love them all...

What sound was that?
I asked.
she said as calmly as she could.
Don't worry, someone's heart might have broken...

Put my numb soul with some love
in a jar of imagination
and poke some holes in the lid
so hopes may breathe

Or when you catch fireflies
hold me in your fist as well
and keep watching
if we are still lightning


Or put me in your eyes with eyeliner
so I may stay close to your dreams
and see myself
if I am there or not

Children of desperate refugees somewhere
Looking for love, affection and care
Along unfair boarders of rich lands
I felt their pain holding my breath
Running towards mountains, drowning in seas
Escaping from hunger and fleeing from death

Autumn leaves fallen
all over the Tsinghua Campus...
Yellow, Orange, Red and Brown...
Each has a story to tell...
Story of Resistance...
How long did it stand
against wild air...

I did friendship with cool breeze
Because it passed from my window
From her window
Because it understood my mood
And comforted me
When my heart was broken
And I needed someone
Because I couldn’t find a better messenger than it
So
I did friendship with breeze
But I didn’t know
Breeze is my rival in love
I saw it playing with her hair
It broke my trust
Never do friendship with cool breeze

Pain itself wanted an enriching experience
Wounds themselves are getting stitching experience

You are a shame on the name of true love
You are such a ******* experience

I will not fall in your trap this  time
I have already a ditching experience

Let her tattoo my name on her arm
Let her suffer with itching experience

Hey! Stop looking deep in her eyes
She has magic and witching experience

I was the fire and she was the ice
Then we had some switching experience

How it feels when you are in pain
May you get such twitching experience

You're complicated
as Algebra equation
for a law student

In the State of mind...
thoughts were solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short...
where similes, metaphors and  personifications were quarreling with words...
until they decided to form a poem and gave up their natural freedom
in order to obtain the benefits of embroidering praise around her.

To whom this moon is navigating tonight?
You are so shining and radiating tonight

My soul is dancing in rhythm of dim light
Songs of your bangles are agitating tonight

Grandma told me to wish to a falling star
I wished long ago but still awaiting tonight

It was your gravity which kept me encircling
I'm not in my orbit and deviating tonight

How many sleeps your thoughts have spoiled yet
Nights are awakening and aggregating tonight

Earth, air, water, fire seem to be disturbed now
All our horoscopes are escalating tonight

Will our stars be matching in next life?
Astrologists are meeting and estimating tonight

I had requested some place in her heart
I heard, she agreed and allocating tonight

Silent and Still
Not God's Will
Mind numb
but Soul Chill

Distill
Some tears of regret
And fill
spaces in your memory
that became ill

**** some candles
to see
the hill
of ego in you

While
I will
Glue the broken mirror
until...