It is not a hundred percent balance
when you do not have any imbalance...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned just in my illusion...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned you were just a semblance I was...

The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

It is not important
if you are right or wrong...

To Meena Krish
You alway remind me of our friendship. and I love...