Do you practice religion? Yes, religions teach us the reasons of our existence. However, I never practice to hate the other religions. The ultimate goal of every religion is same.

Beauty Of Love..

The body is far away but you are so close to the heart.You are the imageWhich reflects beauty of my love.

I too want to love…

I want to love but my heart is weak Beating for the others, it seems risk. Eyes often peep when I go to sleep But Just for a smile, I can not weep. I want to hold but my hands shake World may laugh if it gets cracked. Love is a posion which tastes like

Don’t Know Why I Chase…

Don’t know, why I chase the memories? On the thorney path of your selfish love. The tears which overflow from the eyes Often asks me is it just ? The rays of hope are becoming longer Shadow of emotions seems so blurred. The flame of love which is going to die Often asks can I

For the eyes Heart gets blamed….

A garden waits for the months Thereafter only spring comes. But so cruelty autumn takes away The Leaves from the branches. The flowers with the fragrances Which smile throughout the night. Get withered so ruthlessly When the sun rays fall on them. So secretly love developes in the heart Eyes so simply disclose it to

How to Love… (Romantic Poem)

How to struggle, if love could learn From the drops of falling rain Which travel from the sky to land To get merged within on the earth It would not be ever blamed. How to wait, if love could learn From those no moon stars Throughout the night just for a sight So patiently, they

Laws of Love…

Love gets multiplied on going away Gets divided on coming so close. Love gets added when opposed And gets subtracted when exposed.

Isn’t it ???

This lonely journey often asks Where is the crowd of the start?

Keep Dying to Live…

Keep dying to live, Leave living to die. Braves ever live, Cowards daily die.

Don’t Unsettle Me…

Don’t play with me just like a doll, Dolls often break on mishandling. Don’t cick me like a piece of stone, Many wish to have it in their rings. Don’t unsettle me just like the dust, Dust may make your eyes to weep. -D.K Chauhan Baaghi