The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...