A Night Before Battle
</>Lying in the open and gazing at stars
Gives me nothing but the war of thoughts
The thoughts try to defeat one another
but die in vain to let in new thoughts
Sun And Me
The sun seeking my shadow
My shadow hides behind me
And when i look at mad-show
The sun gazes to blind me
A Gothic Romance
She calls me;
in the voice of her own
the catastrophic tales,
Bury Me In My Home
Let the soul creep in my shadow
Wake me up when you’re gray
Eat my meal, throw the ladle
Shine the sun, cast them away
Could You Live Again?
o'! the dead one, could you live again?
to see on my wry face, that grin again
to let me forget all the bitter thoughts
to clear my vision, could you live again?
The Dog Who Spoke Punjabi...
The red dog who used to speak punjabi...
Now he lies dead on the road
Vehicles pass by
People kicking aside his carcass