A young boy is waiting for the bus With a colorful letter and a Rose in hand Her unfinished Kiss Spread like fog in my heart The boy’s eyes are probing every bus that stops I thought He is just lik...
Nothing is remembered Except A pocketful of sun-rays A Fistful slices of moon Wish to forget everything by getting this tear filled evening under the eyelids of this night to sleep But Some words d…...
He opened his manifesto Before the mike. Crowd roared in reply Hailing him to be victorious Someone put a bunch of Flower petals in my hand I threw them at his foot On his every step After c…...
I cannot say it’s a great beauty Wheatish skin, plough like nose, Large eyes, body trimmed by youth That’s all Upon our request sitting on the garden bench With closed eyes, raised up head Swollen...