"What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? Where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?"

“Unaware about my surrounding, unconscious I live.”

“The eyes hold tears for so long, let us fill it with love and passion.”

“There exists a chance of every poem getting changed while reaching every reader. This ‘getting changed’ is a form of ‘getting translated’, in a way. So, every assimilation of any poem is a translation.”

“A reader cannot take poetry by expanding it beyond his/her consciousness, rather can take by shrinking it within.”

“I'm bereft of poetry on this planet, from where the beauties of Creation are vanishing away furiously.”

““In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.”