Love like white dove,
perched on the apex of grape tree in winter...

Still I cry
it is not mine...

I sit here watching,
watching nothing on my monitor...

I want you to know ,
that...

Kindness is not in the market,
you will never buy it from a dealer...

Sometimes God breaks our spirit,
only to save our soul...

Let heavens never shed tears,
let rainbow boast with its colors...

The world on the east is dark.
Wild and unfriendly...

I never see it coming,
like bright sun...

The right words ,
never fit to describe you in a sane way...

I miss to be with you..
Atleast to enjoy your presence...

I am the dead soul that carries the living soul,
where love brings pain instead of joy...