Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness