Love

What time is it now?
Since when?
All the poetry there has been...


Now Playing:: Om namaha...........Gitanjali

Clichéd Heart

Day by day winter is coming to an end; soon
It would be spring and the singing birds would
Stay for a while swirling their songs with anger
In the fragile crucible of my body…the heart is
Bitter, all it seeks is the brutal indifference of summer…

The heart, like a flat-chested prostitute
Looks for love in small exchanges;
Nothing to barter, it waits for rest and
Peace and a silent sunny dream to make friends
In dark crannies, once again.


Now Playing:: Kabhi Kabhi sapna lagta hai...Kishore & Asha