
Every time I see those eyes stare, I know the words of my heart. It’s like music and lyrics, Bright sunrise and green meadows, Raindrops and two coffee cups, Stars and a sleepless night, Silence and a sea of thoughts,…
Poets don’t allow poems to take an aeroplane; they are afraid of the heights it might take their lines to. They believe that poetry should stand firmly on firm ground. If it flies, it should fly on its…