The book I wrote
You were a storyteller
lurking on my pages
you told me your immigrant story
running through your veins
in my language
and into my blood
until I knew it by heart
in my inner verses and
it became mine
you became
and i was
(yours)
ख्वाबों के परिंदे
खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ख्वाबों में जलता हूँ अपने ही प्यार को देख देखकर मेरा ख्वाब और मेरी आँखें बंद न हों .
