Oh power of god give me this boon, that I may never shirk from doing good deeds ... that I shall not fear when I go into combat, and be victorious with determination

My shoes are Japanese, these pants are British, I have a Russian red hat on my head ... but still my heart is Indian

From the river to the sea, from the sea to the ocean, my drink is deeper than the ocean ... and my friends, every evening of my life is drowned in the drink

Don't try to understand the meaning of a poem ... try to understand its feelings

I am your friend, you are the bone I am the meat ... you and me are together, the topic is death, the enemies neck is in my hand ... this is his skull, this is my kick

Sometimes, in my heart a feeling emerges ... that, if my life had passed in the soft shade of your hair ... then it could have been delightful ... this ink of sorrow that is spread on the heart ... it could have been lost in the rays of your eyes ... but that didn't happen ... but that didn't happen and now such is the scenario ... that you're not there, nor is your sorrow ... life is passing by in such a way ... as if it doesn't need anyone's support ... there is no path, no destination, and no clue of light ... my life is wandering in darkness ... in this darkness itself, I'll remain lost ... I know that my companion ... but still sometimes, in my heart a feeling emerges

Someone has taught us the new style of courage and left ... someone has paid the price of blood and left ... the name of Dharam and Veer will remain on this earth ... someone has taught the world a lesson and left

That is the crown, that is the throne, that is poison, that is a drink ... this is the land of god, this is the ruler of statues ... my house burnt with ease, but you'll have no problems ... somebody has paid me to be quiet, and this pen is a slave of someone

If only you trusted yourself a little bit like me, then you would have come some distance with me ... if only you would have shared the color of my eyes, then you would have come some distance with me ... if only the allure of the sky kissed you, your hope would have found a new life ... and to touch my flight in the next life, you would have come some distance with me

Somewhere before the fire starts, the smokes rises like this ... the sight that is here, is the season over there

Sometimes to listen to a tune you don't need an instrument ... for flowers to blossom you don't need the rains ... and to hear the voice of the heart you don't need words

You showed me your presence with a small glimpse in the procession ... and you left me crazy about your body ... this distance is not acceptable to my heart ... and that is why I left my throne and came here

With a poem you can make a heart happy ... but you can't make it understand

There's only one path on which people walk for their entire life silently, with their heads bowed down and with their eyes closed ... they don't know, they don't think, they don't even ask ... whether that path will even take them somewhere or not ... then as they move along a turn comes, totally different from the straight path ... and only a crazy person takes that turn ... because mostly everyone else continues to walk on the straight path for their life ... with their heads bowed down, with their eyes closed, and with a grief in their heart ... that may be if we had taken that turn, then today we would've reached places and attained a lot

Death you are a poem ... a poem has promised me that it'll meet me ... when in drowning pulse you feel sleepy ... when the moon carrying her yellow face will reach the horizon ... when day is still in water and the night is close to the shore ... it's not dark, neither bright ... it's not midnight, nor the day ... when the body is dying and the soul is still breathing ... a poem has promised me that it'll meet me

A monkey inside a human, is God's act ... a grape in the mouth of a crow, is God's act ... we gave a donkey almonds to eat ... what a pair have you made lord Ram

Oh my life whether you reply or not to my question ... the silence that is hidden in you, has given me the answers for a 1000 questions

All the little shreds of memories are scattered on the lawn of stolen moments ... I've come so far walking on them bare feet ... that now I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... my soles were soft when I came, and they are still weak and they will remain weak ... for as long as the pranks of these bittersweet memories go on tickling them ... truly I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... but now I think I won't need them

Jack and Johnny went up the hill to live in love and laughter ... Jack was scolded by his father and Johnny just ran away and was hiding

How should I describe about my condition ... the snake of memories bites me ... the sounds echo in my ears ... someone has settled in my eyes ... where should I go searching for you ... there's no path and no destination ... my arms are your destination ... the heart is a traveller and love is the path ... time has stopped in my eyes ... one moment feels like one year ... I hope the breath of my dreams doesn't break ... please come, my hopes are about to break