Loneliest are those roads,
where i make each step of terror
afraid of the horror
I loose my ignorance
Out of the arrogance
of those bitches
who wait nearby the ditches
Where air is a spy of danger in a stranger
that anger even the wild bush
and make me rush
Out of the loneliest roads of the town
That make me a clown
Into the crowded world
Where bursting horns
Hurt me like thorns
5 Dec
My desert which is always green 
Posted by arvind on December 6, 2007 at 7:54 am
its been long time since i commented on ur blog..was busy with my exams
no change in the blog ..same complex poems for me..
😛
Posted by allirekha on December 6, 2007 at 11:53 am
hey ..nice to see u back..well nw..im going to be bsuy with my exams 😛
Posted by Ritwik Banerjee on February 4, 2008 at 4:14 am
I don’t know whether I have said this before, but, your poems are beginning to sound more and more like rap or poetry slam. I don’t know if that’s a conscious effort. If it’s not, then it’s a bad thing, and you, as a poet, should be extremely cautious.