Neither suffering nor joy She fles without a destination With her unhunted beauty Belongs to none, makes none her owrn Yet unseparated every moment with her closest distance None can frustrate her As she

The bird escaping from the womb To measure the boundary of the sky Your wings carry my signature. The womb is made empty To wash the cosmic feet with the tears of my joy Just to fill the infinite sky.

The sweet emotions running in its veins The salty breath has enough of sorrow before its death Tasted by the time Standing at the comer All painless insuits heaped upon him Exiled from all dead and gone

Never have we ever met Nothing more than managing to know That we are not together I invite you to come to me Into the inside of me The man Ever written dangerous in all your scriptures I am mad Because

A mere shade I am Upon the earth Appeared through the window To see the walls engaged In conversation with one another In their half suppressed emotions. Something hidden in its tone To wonder itself finding

Memory is nothing but a reservoir of past responses, actions, implications ,traditions customs . An idea is nothing but the outcome of a thought process. One is to understand the thought process itself

The very nature of everything in the creation is that it is already enlightened but it has not been understood that way. On the contrary the minds of the people have been conditioned by creating a goal

’ The marks on my banished body Having no sensation of pain But so much lonely for the eyes to see. Me is a sand pattern With no destination When desperate for the last call. No more tears I have to cry

My Un-walked Footsteps My each foot step walks ahead of me That never fits to my feet Trying to hide the ever dying body. One little god falls over the other To see the passing page from the present to

There are two ways to approach “The Beyond “; one is aggressive and active, the other is receptive and passive. The first approach is the masculine approach and the second is a feminine approach. The male

Clouds come and go Disappears leaving only a view Of an equation with a why Only to say that ‘it is not’ When nothing is left to obscure the light Awakening a fearless love for the night. The untraceable

My God is not necessarily yours Unfolding the complaints of a posted letter Where there is nothing more and nothing less Left before every eyes. The looser of the ar needs to be heard Sketching the beautiful

I let out each contented sigh To pass unobsessed in the palms of the tranquil sky To sallow my whole Because I do not want to escape. The orchestra starts to begin with harmony for ever To forget everything

Very few fortunate are there who are under the open sky but almost all of the total humanity is inside their self created room and look at the world to see the whole world through a small hole inside the

The door tells me more Than what it is inside Holding back the familiar faces. It has not fed its hearts with fantasies And dares not to stand in anyone’s way. The eyes are locked into any moving arm No

The city cannot feel the sky that calls For the dead man arrives dead to the world Not to enter the door opened. The monotonous water can not dare to flow To live the life on the ease day. Once it hears

The skin folds the body Undone for any word To come from a plastic face In a obsession to doubt itself Never to crack in anyone’s suffering Even quite much it can hurt Never allowing any one to enter into

When I look at myself I do not find me any more For each moment shouting a new tale To be told in silence To give life a new wing to hear a sweet call. How could a falcon stop to fly To hear the falconer’s

Just a laugher is enough To become a life To celebrate the cosmos in ecstasy. Life dances without a question When it allows listening itself To be many rainbows of many dimensions. The cosmos is not serious

All stories are kept at the edge In the art of coloring the hidden secrets For always there is something So sallow to look inside. My holiness is raw When the place is found with the descended moon Lifting