4 Quotes by Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Flowers of sin, like some black sun,Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.

A girl whose name is Love Is lost.Simple, beautiful,She is lost.

Yesterday, I was collecting words.One was up there, sitting in the bo tree,Another was in the banyan.One was wandering in my street,Another was lying in the earthen jar.A green word lay in the fields,A black one was eating flesh.A blue word was flyingWith a grain of the sun in its beak.Every single thing in this world looks like a word to me.The words of eyes,The words of hands.But I do not understand words I hear from a mouth.I can only read words.I can only read words.

In the garden of life,Grows a sapling of pain,The deer of songs nibbles at it.The winds of seperation Blow through the night,A few leaves drop.A few leaves drop,Mother, they drop,And sounds stir in the garden.If a few birds of breath Should fly away,The deer of songs is afraid.But the birds of breath Will surely fly,Nothing can hold them back.Through the night In every direction They fly away.