The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
…Then practice losing farther, losing faster

Escape To The World Of Words
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
…Then practice losing farther, losing faster
“Received a gift from my dear, the weight of sorrow, a heavy burden to bear
I’m being crushed, I wonder if I’m cursed…”
…See, today i had purchased the tinsels of silver
that you loved to bedeck your dupatta with.
Your big smile i have tucked inside the piggy bank with
A heap of undelivered letters, some inscribed paintings…
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep…
कवि – अज्ञेय मन बहुत सोचता है कि उदास न होपर उदासी के बिना रहा कैसे जाए? शहर के दूर के तनाव-दबाव कोई सह भी …
The poet imagines what all would happen if the animals could talk.
‘…You lost the nest, you lost the undying love’