"How could it be wished that poetry of a mellow age be born when this time is taking showers in the drama of loathsome taste!"

“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.”

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

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