In the world of my dream

We all called on himSuddenly I heard a cracking sound outsideI came out to see what happenedNothing I found, only a crow flew cawingInside of the roomLoud sound of cryingIt is merely a co-incidenceIf you believe it, you believe a superstition.

bloomedin all the seven colourslike a rainbowmake a garland out of thoseand give a giftto your lifelike a true gardenerlife is like an instrumentwhere tunes are hiddenyou just to knowhow to make musiclike a riveror like the sound of windand give a giftto your lifelike a true musician.

and member the same stringsof sweet pain again and againby moving my hand over the woundsin 2002 they inflicted uponthen I come to them and askif I could wail at the grave of my girl friendwhom they cut through her bellyand throw over the oven of a bakeryno, they said as if it would create…

In every houseWe members talk too muchSo much talk in your house, tooBut the talkThis time was about meIt was so excessiveThe house had confused about everythingBut remarkablyIt remembers only me.

In between them is only a high wallSometimes blue, sometimes whiteThough it is straight yet it has a beautiful curveFrom far, it is truly transparentCloser, it gets opaqueSo, to see through one is needed some holesRound for some triangular for fewWhat is seen in the morning?Is there any difference in the afternoon?They are all the…

In setting plotIn creating suspenseWith perfect complication and resolutionBut we are not aware of these as we are not readers not the listenersWe are made characters meant to directly participate in actionsAnd face to faceFaceThe music of nature,Circumstances,Co-incidents,And unseen powers etcBut never meant to be not puppetsI have read Thomas HardyAnd I refute him here…

did not shout, did not cry neithershe addressed them as brothers,was she enjoying the event then,leave it as it is not relevant herebut she meekly asked one or twoquestions that did not deter theculprits what they were doing Ilike Krishna (GOD) jumpedinto the scene to save her,no, the story is not true,I did not go…

Laugh at meIf you are fool

you mean when you say I loveyou as I differ from you inperspectives of things andyou are driven by your basicinstincts and I am by mine butwonder lies not in this similaritybut in how different they are!Moreover, when I reciprocatedyou did not understand the threewords as they have differentconnotations to you and I had mineand…

To gather that desired experienceHe moves from one place to anotherAnd meets with lots of people as a travellerI do not take adventurous travelling to acquire educationI am very coward type of a manI make little moves to meet peopleFrom towns and villages alikeThis trait I got from my grand fatherHe used to say we…

And develops scienceFor the betterment of mankindHis contribution is treasuredAnd venerated by allAs he pushes up our knowledgeOn matter and lifeBy leaving a legacy ofMuch better method and techniqueA poet is not in any way lessIf he is like William BlakeAnd develops the branch of poetryLike a branch of scienceHis method and techniquePush up the…

Handle it with much careThe source of angerThe creator of ‘’sin’’And the problem makerWhen ‘’I ‘’ is put between‘’s’’ and ‘’n’’.Replace ‘’I ‘’ with ‘’u’’And see with wonderHow the culprit turns into a ‘sun’Guiding you and providing light on the pathYou wish to tread upon.