Poetry is an outpouring of thoughts innermost!
Only keen senses help flowing of thoughts best...

Like the stars in the firmament
I want to shine, glow, twinkle...

What is Sacrifice...
Ask a mother...

She knows me not
Yet She knows a lot about me...

Silence I thought,
Was the one language all feel...

There is a silence within me
I want to say something...

In the mirror glimmered the thing,
Moonlight simmering in the sink...

The morning was a little angry with me
the darkness of the night did not let me see...

Sometimes when I am alone,
Sometimes when there is no one around...

When the sun shines through the clouds,
The birds twitter merrily...

Artists die; their art never dies
Trees die; their wind never dies...

There lived a stone
All useless with moss gathered...