Fire is unfair



Fire is unfair
It burnt her hand, not mine.
I am jealous of fire
It burnt her hand-

When I’ve not even touched her hands.

GOOD TIME


She gave me a watch
And she flew to Calcutta.
It is three year now, and
Her watch has never given me a good time

In my life



You’re the breeze. Sajan Rai


You’re the breeze
That cools my heart.
But it breaks me to see you
Touching hundred other hearts.


Jealousy is the shadow of the beauty
That’s the nature of the beast.
Nothing like the storm annoys
And Nothing like the love destroys.

You’re the breeze
Humming the melody in my solitude.
But I burn in the flame of jealousy
When you sing for the hundred other ears.


You’re the breeze:
Ever young monument of the skies,
The beauty where the hungry eyes graze.
To love you is not to love you.


You’re the breeze
That cools my heart.
But it breaks me to see you
Touching hundred other hearts.


When April comes. Sajan

Once I was burnt out-
leaving an ugly scar.
When April comes, it itches
And bleed at the slightest touch!
April is the month of psychic tragedy.



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