Though I am the father of the poem
The words were the fountain
And my mind was too thirsty
At that time the drops had dormant meaning
Now it sprouts out
The feeling has gone running
The slate of my inner- self is as clear as of you
Along with ten people I am a reader
And give you a different meaning
If you do not agree
Apply your intellect
I have nothing to quarrel upon.
even you know not that firewhich kindles without smoke.
In the name of love, never want the rest.Avoid thoseWho love but in the name of loveWant the rest.Avoid thoseWho love but In the name of lovePlay the tricks and want to win the game.Avoid thoseWho love but like a drunken manAs life isn’t more important than wine.Avoid thoseWho love but for passion and lustThey…
in the same way in the same amountI am indebted to you O, RukmoniYou allowed meTo fall and I rose to that heightTo have a bath in the ghatSo today I can writePoetry of loveIf you did not rubyour fingers against mineTo day I could not make tuneOut of this broken guitarIf you did not…
But the entire meaning of being born surroundsto do good or to do badYou may be brave like a lion by denyingOr you may be a coward like a sheep by accepting itOnly two paths are leftOne is straight and the other is very crookedBut both ways lead youTo go either to Hell or to…
When I asked them to give me a poem.At First I went to a river,He said he wouldBut I would have to flow like his streamAnd the wind would tooBut with a conditionIf I could blow like himBeing disappointed I tunedAnd went to the cloudHe agreed to give me but beforeTaking the poemI would have…
like a tiny grain of sandand let them rot somewherein the nether worldIt’s a flying insult to a poetworking like an ounceof decomposing salton his rays of hope and flickering ambitionand a huge dishonour shownto the drops of sweatand red corpuscles of bloodwith which they are passionately writtenI answer when I am askedwhy I pin…
