“When I write, I bring joy in my readers faceIn my face, peace and complete happinessBut hardly I give any such reflectionDuring those times, I am in painA Sick person who is insane, mad and dead”

“I am the sun who will bring delight when you are in-front of me. I am the moon who will show shyness when you are away from me.”

“My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see me are rude indeed. So blow, blow dear winter, just blow along me!”

“I am sorry this became, a poemI beg you, please do not think as blameTrust me as you trust godI am your friend, in painThis insane writing, which turned into poem”

“Today something unusual happened; I was walking without even knowing, where I was going. I was smiling without any cause. I was just happy without reasons. I can tell you that birds do sing, leaves of trees, do dance, and it’s beautiful. I am, a complete nature boy! Maybe, I was fully satisfied that sunlight was falling on my cheek. I got the power to love myself, nature and rest of humankind. Cheers, Everyone!”

“I am a dead man alive.”

“I am dead man alive.”