You

A fly
With beautiful wings
And her flight
From your lips, I saw

The stars were beautiful
And the dark sky had flashes of gold
I didn’t see the sky
Just looked at two eyes
The world was asleep beyond two thick lines of kajal

Life
Submerged in the calmness of night
A soul whispered so jaavo
A soul complained “How can I sleep?”
Amid the drum beats of your heart!!!

...And Its Yours

What if a dream shatters?
After all its sighs, tears and whispers
And its yours

Who counts tears and sighs?
After all its yours

What if another day ends?
After all its yours

Count how many birds passed by
Count how many winters, summers …
Tell how many farewells too
What if you count?
After all, what is yours?

Your prophesies Cries
Solitude
Your heart, hysteric beats
Euphoric melodies
Are not counted …
After all, those are yours

What if the trees shed the leaves?
What if the greens dry out?
What if the brook dies?
After all, those are yours