Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them upto greet with a bucketful of reality

A time will comewhen emotions will be goneBirds will stop waitingfor the synchronized dawnTrees will speak louderthan ever beforeTruth will returnthrough a long closed door

Life is full of letting go's...You have to let go of your parents, you have to let go of your children and in the end you have to let yourself go to the unknown world

There’s nothing wrong in dreaming when you are awakeReality is brimming with hunger, love and acheThe sky is unsure why the arid moor feels bleakQuaking of earth to lure the narrowness of creekFrom the poem- Sprinkled

Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!

Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm

...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone...

In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.