(Part - II)
Born of the parents...

A walking shadow?
A poor player...

You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree...

It is a thought
That we are born...

(Part - III)
I am a dew drop...

Victory, be not proud!
Had I not lost, you couldn't have won...

Why the flowers fade in a day?
Why the sun sets the same day...

An humble tribute to William Wordsworth: (1770...
When I was young Wordsworth hood-wink(ed...

With love in the air all around,
Cupid's floral arrows hound...

A primordial monolith in first birth,
All around did dullness girth...

Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete...

Both of us by love chord bound,
End to end eternity surround(s...