“Are you happy?”, I asked.
“Yes”, she replied.

Show me your happiness

She searched,
Took time
Tried hard to remember

Got,
nothing to show

Tears rolled,
Being an evidence.

One lament
I will be holding
Throughout this life

Too abstract, you stayed
Even with all my efforts
Never did you, let me understand

Do you understand yourself?
I wonder,
Sometime, you may not have too

I asked, you stayed silent
I asked, silent you stayed
Silence was too cold
Silence was too cruel

Silence is bliss, when you said
I even loved your silence
with a hope,
someday it will again
turns to be the enlightenment.

He shared all his feelings
She was there to listen
they shared time a way long
minutes to hours
then,
days to months

He was in dream
when she was all neutral

In her absence
he realize
the language of love
needs to be simple

That simple,
even naïve understands
what’s  going on

Let me introduce them

HE is the POET, and
SHE is his POETRY
They are the one

One and only.

I’m thinking to ask
My close friend
To snap my picture
During the sleep

So that,
While you visit my dream
We could get picture

Together

Pink,  
never was my favorite color  
  
You were in Pink  
On our first meet
Then, It happened
  
Feel your presence  
In my first book  
Canvas: Echoes And Reflections  
  
Long live being eternal.

State decided to build
The tallest building

My objection
Let them stand being two
I can’t handle
The loneliness

If it is single.

Here is
the message
to the world,
Finding of the broken hearts

Really a wonderful thing
We all possess

Our team discovered,
broken heart is,
more than normal,
in every aspects

it is,
more softer
more cautious
more sensitive
more generous
more loving

Even in fragments
it keeps the essence

Never stop beating,
in the name,
who broke it.

The idiot.

While crafting living beings
The supreme showed sensibility
placing all the organs
in the utmost level

caged heart
covered brain
highly placed eyes
and, so on

The Perfect
As seen from the close proximity

Supreme might not have 2nd thought,
that
words can break the heart
memory can weaken the brain
distance can blur the sight

This day
would have been different
If had, once,
that day,
foreseen from the distance.

She closed the door
closed all windows

I tried to peep
through the Lock hole
she glued it too

Perhaps,
my love get loop holes
or,
she never tried to realize,
whom she belongs.

At the end
They both analyze
What doesn’t worked
Before they get separated

They talked, professionally
They smiled, professionally
They stayed together, professionally
Mutually respect, professionally

It was a deal
With technical terms and conditions
Staying skeptic
With many,
If / when / but / besides

All their life,
They behave as the professionals

I never heard them, adore
Saying special
Saying extraordinary
They are the professionals

The both

Soul was missing
From the very beginning
All the way

They are the individuals
They are the professionals

For the best,
They stepped on their own

Finally