Where are those immortal lovers, Laila-Majnu and Pyramus-Thisbe
Now they are found in books of past lovers.
Night, was the best time to bring me the silence and loneliness
Even now it has bright stars and moon to disturb me
Don’t you expect, oh dear poet that you will find
The address of your goals in this life boat.
I quit from darkness of wavering clampI quit from obsolete dirt that touches onQuit will shed some burden offWhich my selfless motives are carrying onI fear with the mirror coversThis is breakable with the slightest hurt.Quit is the decision subconsciously taken.Else realities will wage war with purities of heart.Soul kept knocking the door so oftenThe…
How can we sleep without watching it tonight.
kind words are enough
A soldier does the march past.Fiery speech by politiciansfrom their air-conditioned roomA job created from nothing.
AgonyInsideNaively
river reaches sea
