in the dark of night
a shadow moves
almost creepin
nd whispers
you know me

i see the cracks
gore creeping out
from the dragging feet
i know well
the horror welled
nd looking at the faint moon
i wish to dissolve into dark
i had buried you
i protest and i whine

TEAR LOVE

You never told
The wet ends of your eyes
Made by love charred heart’s smoke
The cracks and the peeping
Unfulfilled hopes
And that sobbing laughter’s
That makes the illusion of intoxication
Story.
From the depth of separation
Your cries
In poetic-mansion they put in decoration
And say how special is
Your teary love.

(Translation of a self written Hindi poem “ashru prem”.)