Making promises is his habit Violating is his nature Traits make one like him Why then the feelings capture.
Recoiling of impatient intestines Swings of heart, jumps of spirits Chest throbbing with impatience Is the specific poser that hurts? For one easy is to attach Maintaining it equally tough, Is it the reason that the lover Is labelled killer rough!
What and where heart is? Heartless knows not. Blossoms among thorns Scenic beauty knows not.
Not necessary the clouds Bring refreshing waters Clouds sailing along winds Sweet of water knows not.
Agree deserts have their Eye catching cool beauty But the grandeur of greenery The wilderness knows not.
Who says solitude is killing? Pleasures everyone knows not. Who never dived into it Its ecstatic touch knows not.
The stressed is ever restless Coolness he knows not, Distressed whoever is Captivating senses knows not.
I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
Lying in the dark, Waiting for the light. The sun never rose, And the days intertwine. The void that grows, Gets wider all the time, And I’m lying here, Waiting, waiting for you. You, You are my light, You are
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become