Best Poem of Vihang Naik

A Disturbed Sleep
Dead poets
haunt your dreams
and disturb the sleep.

You wake up,
as in a battlefield
the airy nothing.

Last night,
you remember,
the mosquito fight
you could not win. . . .
Read the full of A Disturbed Sleep
Making A Poem
To write a poem the pen
has to slide making a line

over a sheet. You see a
snake uncoil. Words bare

themselves. You come to know
what nakedness is or does.

Manaka's charm works as a
rule. A Sage needs senses.

In this episode the pen runs
out of ink, refill. The sound
Read the full of Making A Poem