Poetry is, above all, a singing art of natural and magical connection because, though it is born out of one’s person’s solitude, it has the ability to reach out and touch in a humane and warmly illuminating way the solitude, even the loneliness, of others. That is why, to me, poetry is one of the most vital treasures that humanity possesses; it is a bridge between separated souls.
So,let it fall on our faces and let us feel its sensation on our souls...
Birds are singing in the valley,
Chirp Chirp Chirp
Strings of Heart glistening in the sun
and chords of sky singing 'malhar'
Innocence is floating in the sky,
My nomadic soul,a wanderer
In the valley of unknown world,
Meets daily with anonymous soldier.
Who is mine, no one,
Myself snatched time and space
From the echoes of alive,
Drops of moments!!
From the clouds of oven,
cooked dreams rains upon me,
Two little arms of lone walls hold me.
Knocking on my Door,
Knock ,knock ,knock
That beautiful million dollar smile ,
Whispers to me one day,
Be green,Float pearls ,and forget yourself,
Everything is yours.
Pick and decorate them into,
The pack of memories,
The Hallucination of lover,
The Childish summers,
The Intimate thread of Friendship,
The happy and gay Faces.
Let's write our stories on breezes,
like dust floating in the air,
Playing Hide and Seek with rays,
Let's be the reflection of your Own Self.