Sparsh

I loose my mind in a glimpse, Love with a blank head and open heart. In the time of the Butterflies, Dreams fly high up in the sky. She...

Have you ever seen from the top of mountains to the valley and other peaks across or enjoyed never ending boundaries of ocean from the shore...

एक अधुरा अरमान, उड़ते हुए कई ख्वाब ! बादलों में घुलते सितारे, सन्नाटे में चीरती निगाहें | धुएँ में घुला जा रहा हूँ आसमान से गिरती बूँ...

Its like a drug I fall into the abyss The time ticks on slowly I fear to be hit by the bottom Fear grows in me deep To be hurt at any ...

1- When mind speaks :- Condemn me You will know the weak points in my thinking. Let the mind open to ideas Let heart be open to love. I wil...

I bewilder between fantasy and mundane, I forsake the love left behind by me, Realizing what the true love was. Today, a word never to be sp...

I don't know How to say goodbye to mother, Each time eyes become wet and tear rolls on the cheek. I don't know, How to express love ...

My first poetry was a innocent smile, While learning to stand beside my mother's lap. Capturing scattered beauty of nature in my soul, L...

Devoid of all emotions,an empty heart at last; Not a tinge of nostalgia,only quantum of solace. Falling apart into unknown,may be darkness o...

एक आग का दरिया बहा लकीरें खिंच गए मादरे-वतन पे उजाड़ ले गए आंधी एक गाँव को वीरान सा पड़ा,धड़कता रह दिल. बँट गया कारवां,वक़्त के मार से मातम म...

In the ruins of memory the house breathes through its mouldy surface, touched by strangers’ looks … Time cracks inside the ripened wal...

O mighty mirror, Who never do error, Reveals inside character, Gives life a new color; Seeking for the truth around us, Searching to t...

When night is dark, Silence rules the world. A chill breeze surrounding you Alone in woods, just stand by me. When going gets tough, Feeling...

Revive,O! mighty man. Going nowhere ,but to decay. Look at the lonely moon, Having dark patches at its heart, Shining in the gloomy night En...

What a web, life becomes ! Me hanging between two worlds, One pure work of art Other a junkyard of materials. Disillusioned by the senses a...

Too see a world, born half dead, Living with suppressed soul, Not a worth to be called human, But surrounding us with foul hearts. No passio...