Wish your mothers a very happy mother's day
Our mothers are  portraits of unselfishness
She always love us without wishing anything
from us...........................

Mom, I want to gift you on this day till my death...

Sacrifaction, word is seems devil in itself
            But
It is the best way to get peace of mind and peace of soul

If you are fond of adventures then it will be best adventure of your life

Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique

I was quite simple,
But
I became worst
when
She said - "you are wrong"

Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food

if I knew I was
going to die
tomorrow
would I spend today
writing more
or
saying goodbye to my loved ones?

hardest choice of my life

maybe I'll write my goodbye
in the form of another poem
to make the best of both worlds

People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see

the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity

as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

The heat outside burns the world today
The sun above scorns the earth below
And watching children running out to play
I wonder what has happened to the snow

The sun above scorns the earth below
Sweltering heat created by its rage
I wonder what has happened to the snow
As a world once in eternal ice age

Sweltering heat created by its rage
I wonder which is better, snow or fire?
As a world once in eternal ice age
We welcome any change from cold so dire

I wonder which is better, snow or fire?
Ice is so familiar and fire’s new
We welcome any change from cold so dire
If this is rebirth, we will make it through

Ice is so familiar and fire’s new
And watching children running out to play
If this is rebirth we will make it through
The heat outside burns the world today