Before fading out

Slices of light
never danced
upon scorched leaves
No music raised
from the chapped earth
No memories
of the pale stars
remained in anyone's mind,
But still.....
still the hornbill said,
"It'll rain today!"

Everytime ,Everywhere

In the room of loneliness
there's a window named 'soul'
Beyond the bars of the window
there lies an ocean named 'love'
In the shores of the ocean ,
there stands a hut named 'compassion'
Once we enter into the hut ,
we can never exit it , or leave it ,
behind our lives !

Distance

All the peaces
begins from wars
All the powers
sprout from oppressions
All the beams of light
begins from darkness
and alike
the ways of vision
begins from the blindness .
Day's sighs spreads around ,
when the last bird roost
But she never
owns a single memory
of the Sun
even in her dreams .

Twilight

Not like anything
bychance
But like something
inevitable
once you offered me
your dreams , your hopes
your words.....
Soon I become
a part of all ,
all your dreams ,
all your wishes ,
all your imaginations ,
all your words ,
and all your life .
Now lead me
to the unknown lands
where there is
no more fury ,
no more pain
or no more despair .

To The Infinite

Words as deeper as the sea,
as broader as the sky
as darker as the night
as fast spreading as wildfire
as cold as death
words deeply soaked in water
Words blowing as wild storms ,
opening the beautiful boxes
of curiosities to the child
Bringing the lost fragrances
of memories to the old
Appearing like a torn, faded flag
before an idealist.
Words like the buds
that hasten to bloom,
to the lover.
And to the poet
Words are nothing
but unfulfilled hopes,
leading to eternal inquietude,
and perhaps to eternal
intoxications.
The procession of words
through the roads of life
Neither ends nor stops.