the flames are silent, Peace is violent, Tears are frozen’cause massacre was chosen.~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories

Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.

Let me nurture my wings, for I was born to fly.

You exalt me Bati, This is the message to the society, Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice, heroic labor would suffice.

I am master of my spoken words and slave to those which remain unspoken.

Life is like coffee, the darker it gets, the more it energizes.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

I love humanity, surprisingly, as I observe 21st century with hawk eyed vision, I realize the more I love humanity the less I love Human as an individual.

His thoughts are unfathomable & her emotions are all over the place. Oh! The tragedy of Love.

A small change can make a big difference. You are the only one who can make our world a better place to inhabit. So, don’t be afraid to take a stand .

I've always felt that I did well as a student because I lacked confidence.

If all else fails, you can always be a pro.

It is but a short step from hunger to starvation, from disease to death.

I exercise most days.

The news of any politician's death should be listed under Public Improvements.

The key is what is within the artist. The artist can only paint what she or he is about.

Isn't it fortunate how selective our recollections usually are.

Slowly but surely the sea is freezing over.

Editing is a very tough period. You're confronted with yourself. It's a deep, dark, truthful mirror.

What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?