Listen....
what I am telling you,
Might not rhyme,  
But I was so close to it that,
I could listen to my own heartbeat.
But then I forgot about it..
That doesn’t mean I stopped breathing,
I just forgot about the fact that,
I was alive..
I want to go back to the very moment,
To catch up my breath,
And take command of my life..
No,No,No.....
Don’t take it seriously,
Because all that happened in a dream..
And it sgnifies that,
I couldn’t sleep better,
Like I can't rhyme my poem,
I can't calm my turbulence..
But still I fly,
In my sky...

I picked up my pen,
I took my notebook and just then,
All my thoughts are gone..

I talk to the stars,
When my sky is blue.
I just like to stand,
Underneath some of them.
I cry out loud,
I  exude,
What is obscure inside of me..
With a cigarette burning in my hand,
With the smoke coiling in the air,
And with my thoughts getting benumbed,
I just love the stars and the blue.

I want an inception,
Where a dreamlike state,
Will cross several layers.

I want to be confused,
A confusion which will,
Take me back to the birth of the earth..
Plank wall,gravity,no time.
A few bubble...
I want to hold one of them,
And let it be large enough,
To accommodate a man.

I want to leave the world,
To live in a single world.
I want to be alone...

Let us go and go and go,
Where the world has its end.
Let us go beyond the fence,
Where all our wishes end.
Let me pronounce a line,
A thousand times,
And let it be the most beautiful line,
Make me the one whose words be your inspiration,
Let me say, "I love You.".
Let me hold your hand for now and ever.
Let us be we...

When strength is not all,
You think yourself strong,
You come out, out of your bravery,
When you should stay inwardly strong,
How do you feel protected,
When your enemy is strong?
You will learn as you have learnt,
From the pages of history..
When you are making your own story.

You look bizarre,aren’t you?
You look splendidly bizarre,
You look most bizarre than I could imagine,
You are just  an embodiment of an enigma,
You are supernatural,
You are mythical,
You  make me strange,
Yet I wish to live on with you,
Because your bizarreness is much more valuable than anything.