Every second from Life,is an experimental trip,that teaches the physics of our sadness or happiness, leaving a tempest blow.

The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.

A true poet must had to sink, to an ocean of secrets to reveal,and he must be Lovable:but what the World did was smashing his views in a pit of GOLD.

True love lasts like aging rocks on sea shores,scarce its mighty fierce waves can touch its core to separate,since lightning bolts of thunder comes its way and remembers,those loved are.

His weary life gave him a crown of thorns, for he must abide its strangeness through the heavy hours, as of fear and dismay—a nip of bitter-sour ache,gives him a secret revival, by the lute he has!

The Goddess of poetry,who loves to unveil the mystic truth of transparent life,never resembles a woman who hides to keep her secrets behind the false veil.

What stains your heart for so sad morrows,if still Life in you is stringing Music's undulating waves to heighten your skylark flight.

Peace is the greatest state that Human minds ever longed to find Delight,Peace is as well the secret act that makes a Creative Heart renowned.

I longed to get level with the Bell Ringing Woman’s height of thoughts,yet I couldn’t comprehend her knowledge,and her extended views or her Ideas,which were like a kernel inside the universe fruit.