A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Ocean separates lands, not souls..

In my dreams I am sleepingI am sleeping in my dreamsI wish to dream in my sleepJust wish to dream in my sleep.

Without ‘love’ your ‘heart’ can never remind you of your life..

My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

Death has a life which kills everybody’s life

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

The most disturbing sound in the world comes from the alarm clock at 5:30am

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.

I feel frozen holding on to the flame of my own duality..

If “Frailty, thy name is woman”, Frailty must be a man named as ‘woman

The greatest artist and web-designer ever is indeed a spider!

Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..

Human pigeons there the dancersGunfighters: metal-romancersThis war needs no necromancerIron shells its spell-commencerJournalists, writers: freelancerDonate words as ‘peace enhancer’Where’s the question when war’s the answer?Mortality now life’s financer!From the poem- “For Them” By Munia Khan

The light within us can always identify our mind’s darkness

You can never be lost when you learn to get lost into the blue of the sea..

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world !

…before the dawn I leave the night behind meand before my heart I let you leave me behind.- from the poem ‘Behind

Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy

Life is the music of your soul; all you need to do is to listen hard

A moment can be left inside the memory of time.

No one can ever bring the morning back at midnight

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

The taste of love is always amazing; even when it’s bitter

Let’s pursue the visage of imagination

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

Aren’t we all homeless without a home inside our mind?

There is always an inside from outside the door

May be you are gone,but that doesn’t make me come back

Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity

all hopes there, so close to each other,are pulled into the void every night;when a band of pale twinkles milking the wayacross the divine breadth of skywhere every heart belongs.- From the poem “The Universe...

Faith is the only belief which remains alive between heaven and hell.

Life needs a room so hermetically sealed to breathe life

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

We should not fail to hide our love for the one who fails to hide hatred

Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow

Laugh until you cry;never let your eyes look dryThis is not a matter of joke;this is all to provokeour sense of humourLife is its own consumer!

Never try to lock the virtue’s door with the key of viceIt may lock forever; never to be opened again

The world of light and starry grace;within your mind I live to trace.Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,lightening my being with dream’s story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish : the heart of...

You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.

Sometimes an unimaginative mind can imagine the most unimaginable

Lightning hides the colour of night

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!