Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it. - Rabindranath Tagore

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.

Poems On Love

Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.

Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.