He walks through the incessant rain;
His body doesn’t get wet.
One day someone invited him at his home
And offered a room to sleep.
At midnight, he started shouting-‘Help! Help! ‘
Because he was floating like water-hyacinth
On the water of the house.
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Every love has its sound;
A foil stands like gray houndAgainst it and tragedy makes.But don’t worry, a dovesings sweet and cares no gun;What lasts on earth but love?It removes darkness like the Sun.With heaven it is bound,To reach God is its goal;Every love has its sound;it’s the sound of winning a soul.
The night’s town is deluged with intoxication.
Men are beyond control; their veins are replete withMad emotions; their lips whistleAnd their minds play with lust.Gold drops like rain with the beat of the dancers’Lotus-legs.These men are only physical; they lose their sensesOnly for the rapture of their lustful bodies.The stair of their dream has not ascended the heaven,Rather it has descended to…
Each day comes to push us
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It’s a small hut among the innumerable stars of the sky
through those windows, the light of stars enters in;eyes get stuck to half light and half darkness;it is neither a day nor a night- what a sight it is!lying on the bed, watching the sky is the only taskthat has no end; fascination remains in two eyes,joy within heart; in that desolation, O my Love,I…
When she says,
All my daysdie.Life loses lightEmbracing night.