She has nothing except what I have
Yet she never becomes mine
Once I ask her to pose for me what I am not
Sternly she refuses on my face saying that
Her only work to be true to myself
And to tell me bluntly if I am bad
Or do some good irrespective of what is my show
Brave or bold at the front
Calling her an ingratitude leech
I decide to punish her
But astonishingly I find that
She is the proud owner of me
I am just her a bin, a house
If she stops twittering
Within minutes I cease to exist,
into pieces many a timelike glassesdropped on the floorbut it is not so seriousthe worst thing isi could not reveal easily;like the valuablespieces of gems and diamondsi put them on the shelvesin the curve of the cornerof my coral like heart;now they look likean ant hill or a hivewith an opening of a volcanothe trigger…
He is neither a Mr. Universe nor an EinsteinAnd I have no connection whatsoever with him any wayExcept the wounds he developsInside himAnd allow him to be eaten away slowlyIn feeding the termites he hostsBurn his soulFleshBoil his bloodIn the flames of fire he kindlesAnd silently heading towards his graveIs he a coward or braveA…
In jealousyOf my beautyThe brainI possessYou hateThe mostAnd burnLike anythingOn the ovenBoil like hellYour all ill wishesBut alas!There isNo such thingsIn this worldAnd in your heartThere is onlyOne thingThat is loveRest isit’s all off springsand you breed themout of loveto have what I havelove, love, lovewhat I see in your heartdo not misuse it..be the…
Every day where sun shinesFor the same faultis it my fate or destinyor the reason of my carelessnessmay not be any oneor may be all of thembut the fact is thatI fell three timesAre all my worksAnd all my pray useless?Can not I change my destinyCan not I own my fate?Yes, you can, nothing is…
As you like your breathBut I falterAgain and againI slip down to reach youLike the spiderOf the storyKing Robert BrushBut I bewilderhow so many thingsat a timeGo without meaningWhile I seeBeauty in uglinesssemblance of existencein nothingnessI send my ‘’wish ‘’Through my emptinessAnd without imageI perceivethe softness of the windas I receivethe feelings of peoplewhatever is…
In the markets of exchanging heartsThe much known face changesInto an unknown like the pathYou tread just before the sandy stormHas any one ever refused to walkAlong with you who comesIn the days of your sorrowHas any river felt any scarcity of waterIn the days of flood?Then, why the heart of men and womenChanges like…
