to me life has been a great teacher and I am learning always to live better, life has been nursing me almost more than a score of years and I have kept its care in a lab of reflection and viewed my passage...I am not what I was yesterday, you shall find me not the same on the morrow...for long ago had realized even death is not at halt and if we can do nothing, , even then we must keep moving at least...
Shall never regard myself as a poet, for I am not one. With too little knowledge of the language I stand no where in the scales. Poetry thus has been to me like a observation of this vastness of life, , and life has been much kind to me as since my very childhood it has shown me its vividness, , , one afternoon it showed the nest of time's rest and the other evening a heavenly sunset..one morning we met beside the shore of the mighty river of our land and one night we sat in the hill top and drank moon light...I live on a flow and poetry is the picture of the many waves I come across.
Have met some wonderful people here, , for that I am indebted to this place..
I am the son of my village, ,
I am born in the dreams of my father
and my childhood is his craft,
and the blossoming of my mother's garden.
...
Like a lost letter she stood for a while
to go the other side of the road..
near me who was lying in a corner of this side….
For moments, it seemed she was the same soul in whose palms seeking fulfillment I search in mine…
...
time cannot have a name
neither timelessness.
But an awakening may arrive
in a moment newness may begin
...
The twilight's incense has turned into a small heap;
the prayers are asleep
and God is making himself comfortable
in the wooden frames.
...
In summer he saw her
And on the first occasion of word
It was wool and winter..
In between those disappeared months
...