Work with sun rays and smoke.
I don’t believe in true love.
I jut believe on love
the way it is;
the way, it is created.
True love varies
from person to person
and sometimes it’s so demanding too,
either from her or from his side.
Believe me or not,
love is pure and so silent…!
It doesn’t looks beautiful
with cosmetic prefix or suffixes.
What is ‘love’,
Can be said ?
Only can be expressed or can be felt.
It just circulates where it is welcomed.
Love is just love.
So believe on love,
the way it is,
and plz don’t pollute it.
It came after
lots of beautiful moments;
plenty of happiness and countable sorrows.
I never relied on it
couldn’t said out loud
to the city, which gave first job to an unemployed,
to the community, which built a college guy to professional,
to the people, who encouraged during all my difficulties,
to her, who taught me smiling.
All those unspoken goodbyes which were meant,
deserve to be said,
deserve to be yelled.
When your bike gets stuck on middle of jungle,
When darkness completely caught you,
When fear overcomes your defenses,
When your body hurts beyond your thoughts,
When heart itself cracked into so many pieces,
When everything is gone and turned into black,
Hope is the spark that brings light back.