SIGNATURE

To ... Flowers that forgot to blossom  Rains that hesitated to pour down Melodies that weren't composed Distances that weren't covered  Love that was unrequited  And a lot more other things Still, I miss you… November Winds And again the November winds and misty mornings Fluttering butterflies and rapturous bees And a carpe diem is ringing inside me Haven't you heard the minstrel melody that the wind brings? Serendipity A sojourn in the serendipitous moment Radiates the essence of spring Even in this winter solstice and hence Blessed are the days and the nights serene Melody I've nothing to say to you  Yet, sit with me  Here on this bank of the sacred Nila Let's listen to the divine melody of the river And if you are bored, leave me there Without even saying a goodbye… Immortal Darkling I will be a nocturnal listener Of the bygone lores that the wind brings Since time immemorial and When I embrace the cool breeze, I feel I am connected with whole history As the win

Time has taken away the smile from our lips Spark from our eyes Soul from our bodies Still we exist, don't we? And they have kept the white pigeons In their private cubicles To release as a gesture of amnesty After shedding the blood enough After perishing the lives enough After demolishing the monuments of human efforts  After destroying the natural resources And when the air has been contaminated by The debris of the nukes They will talk about amnesty They will begin to think about peace Will we be alive to see the flying doves then?