My Grave often laughs…..

My grave often laughs at me, Whenever my skeleton cracks to peep you.

Love is life and Hate is death…

‘Love’ is life and ‘Hate’ is death, ‘Kindness is ornaments and Humanity is dress. We are performers, everyone has to act, On this world’s crowded stage. -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’

Don’t live to die, Die to live….

Don’t remove the stones from the way, They hit me to remind that I am moving. Don’t pick up the thornes from the path, They pinch me to remind that I am alive. Tell the night to put its palm on my eyes, So that I may sleep to dreams for the light. -D. K

Heart doesn’t sound…

Everyone loves but hardly one gets, Heart doesn’t sound when it breaks. Eyes often rain and lips vibrate, If you don’t believe you can taste.

Why I wait?

Why I wait for the other’s company? My shadow itself goes out in the dark.

Suggestion😢

One should not believe on his own shadow, It even gets disappeared when light goes off.

Love often dies…

Love often dies when selfishness smiles, Oh! One laughs when other one cries…… -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’

Nails of Hate

Take out the nails of hate with love Living silently in this noisy world. (Dedicated to Mahatma Ghandhi)

Who is a friend?

Someone who feels your pain Never thinks of loss and gain He / she is your real friend…. Someone who calls your name On cloudy days when eyes rain He / she is your real friend…… -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’

What should I write???

Height of one’s pyre Or the depth one’s grave The price of the shroud Or the money one saves?