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...

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

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...