Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Yes, you do perch on my heart
But a fear-you will fly away soon
penetrates the heart,


To lovers,
Nyx rains her blaze,
That is black not white.
As Nyx comes down
The souls of lovers
irradiate with mirth and joy.


I behold the river,
Of colorless water.
Wherein the bleak firmaments are swimming.
With them,the ruddy sun is playing hide- and- seek.

Oh! Solitary

Oh! Solitary
Why are you barging in my home?
A home;
where like a restless soul,
I wander to and fro at the green land of my past.

Oh! Solitary,
You have made my all the toys rusted.
My Kites, my balls and the bat all are tangled with the cobwebs.
Now you don’t permit me,
To poise my bat again
And to saturate our narrow street ;
With the howls of laughter and the chaos of shouts with friends.
But this street now seems sleeping since an eon.
Oh! Solitary…