Ladder to sky...!

O' God!!
You are giving me a ripen fruit
Which is very high and high up in sky
Though I know I cannot reach it;
Am trying to put ladder to sky

Love is fair?

Life has never always been fair;
'not means it is cruel ever
Only to say that there is much more
Than love which makes us all suffer!

Window

Just like that from my hall's window
I saw my woman’s silhouette ;
The screen kept her veiled
'Twas me though who wailed;

Mind race...!

Sitting near the window on a train
Watching the clouds get dark to rain;
My heart which used to be once, mine
Thinking of her always, now what's the gain?