Poetry

I went up the twisted stairs To reach the bright ledges of the minaret, Looking around for miles At...

Dusk in July, Cloudy from dawn, to noon to night There outside my windows Darkness all over I see Brick walled...

I do not mind when others do it I mean i do mind But i prefer to turn a...

Some thing was there in my mind Full of emotions and reasons Ink was not calligraphing the words Feelings...

Even the fiercest things Can be very soft Think of tigers and snow leopards

I sometimes wish, I could take my memories, And put them in a jar, Stir them in with a...