It is like

into a flower of treasure by which I fillmy trove at the time when I hate to seethe day light and love to pass my timeunder spell of bitter rapture and swimwith delight when, without sound I weepin ecstasy I recall your cold face when I seeemptiness engulfs me and nothing I get to fill…

To depict imageOf his emotionsPoems are one of the imagesImage plays with the words.Now programme plays with the wordsWords are programmed in poemsImages after images without human touch and emotions!

Shedding of bloodRich man’s headache,Poor men’s justice.Water is too coolTo bring forth your anguish,Fire is the only solutionDrink fire to end your injustice.Silence is lover’s desirePoor men’s unbearable pain.Din is the only right choiceTo put forth your demand.Dew is the conspiracyHatched between the rich and the king,Morning is the 1st stepOf that poor men’s sufferings.

They fly awayTo an unknown placeWith a promise to come backWhen I am cool, calm and positiveand decorate the nestwith optimistic outlookThey fall from the boughsLike the leaves of an autumn treeTuckered out and faded awayBut with a promiseTo sprout out again in greenIf you bring back the sunny spring

And feel attracted to that boyWhen I feel like a girlI am different but not that of a freak kindTo me I am very normalAnd going through the feelings of both male and femaleExtraordinary and fully excited life I leadBut this coarse world has a problemThey wish not to go beyond the boring dictionary definitionOf…

You break my dreamsAs I have in my handThe delight to knowthe unknown whichtells me to livemore and moreand teaches me how to livehow to find’’ hope’’ in despairto me life is like a shadowlove to follow it everywhereas it reflects only memy only ownsometimes foe sometimes friendsometimes known sometimes unknownfrequently gives wonder and surprisethat’s…