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...

I am not a racist
if I wish to hold on to my identity...

Which is more valid,
to be, or not to be...

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

Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...

How could one beseech
with all their existence...

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

Do not fight to prove
you are better, do it to...

All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles...