"Poetry is the breath of my finer knowledge. I live in my poetic dreams as the Oleander Poet of India"
We live now in the closed door house / The four walls confine us within / We talk to the walls our joys and sorrows / The ceiling becomes now our welkin / The walls have now ears to hear us / They also have now keen eyes to see / They patiently stand all day and night / They provide us so reliable company… read more »
Two Flowers bloomed, one in the garden / The other on your floral lips / Like a blue-eyed fairy in the Forest of Arden, / Your smooth sailing like the ships. / / The flowers enjoyed the apex of glories / You touched their evocative shapes / My soul behind them heard wonderful stories / Hypnotizing hour of… read more »