If you
can't give
a better idea

Remain silent

Because someone is very serious
                         to reach his destination

Don't throw hate over me
Don't push my dreams into the sea
I do breathe like you
Though I'm black in hue

It's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Black is sapphire like me
Black is Jasper like me
Black is menalite like me
Black is granite like me
Black is rose like me
Black is gloss like me
Dont throw hate over me
Dont push my dreams into the sea

I wanna fly in the blue
Though I'm black in hue
O my bro it's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
Though I'm black in hue
Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo

Brilliant minds
                Don't ignore their mistakes

But rather
        they correct them to move ahead

the washing machine has its own songs
along with the fridge freezer
I allow these songsters to sing in my space
because they do me a service.

Reading is a long walk in the garden of kashmir when it is full of blossoms!

Reading is polishing a rusted mind.

Reading is an adventurous journey.

Reading is a memorable confab because all words speak to me.

Going into a mind is like entering a holy place and reading scriptures there.

this feeling is not
symbiotic: you reduce
my core to nothing