News Topic:Poetry

"It’s not that I am okay. It’s that I have lost my way. Through many ways and reasons. With unexpected seasons," wries the poet.

"As autumn knocks at the door. The dreams change to chameleon. From green to crimson, Fate plays fate, my love!"

"The stone heart showed everything and left. Broke this already broken heart and left. How many promises have done at dawn. At night, turned the face and left."

"This man has got a breathe to share. But why does he hide his bare scalp in the grove of his hair?" writes the poet.

"Hangout few moons before the fall, Hath enough time to rejoice, Roamed as Doe hither and thither, Had eaten full from delicious thall," writes the poetess.

"The encouraging of life we see. Let’s see the days of living life. The sleep of last century is disturbed. The dreams of upcoming century – let’s see!"

"Necklace in neck, crown on head, Vivacious look, let others opposing, Everytime she gets special type of bread, While her house members starving," writes the poet.

"At the centre of Kashmir. My village resides in. Here, some are very sheer. While some are to thrash tin," writes the poet.