premji premji Biography

Is this sweet babe
The bright crescent moon, or the charming flower of the lotus,
The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon,
A pure coral gem, or the pleasant chatter of parrots,
...

The world -
becoming
smaller and smaller
everyday,
...

Words grow
Beyond the words
Beyond the self
Beyond the soul
...

Poet is a suicide bomber
For he is exinct with every explosion
But, the words fly apart
Make you bleed with their sharp edges
...

Dear,

When I could listen to
Your heart-beats on mine,
...