I walked for miles
through miscellaneous times
and deserted wastelands

looking behind often..
checking if you were still following
Only now that I felt that
you really disappeared

I find myself lost in
a Poppy field
your fragrance in the breeze

It happened again
just now
Who brought it
I wonder

It cant possibly be
this crimson spring sun
or  youthful green
The Lilly stem
it cant be the moss wrapped stones
or  tadpoles in the puddle
it cant be you either
or the mirror reflecting me


and yet I  am
intensely happy

Some other day
you shook my hands
and left on them
the fragrance of
a childhood sea

I see you there
selling flowers
On rainy days
such as this

And the chaos
seems like a mere
predilection of an old soul

The wretched umbrella
fights the stormy gale
you smiled ?
ofcourse you didnt
Life is though 
incredibly beautiful

 

watery green day
heavy as love
 
watery brown eyes
beautiful

watery blue dusk
city lights wake up

I did Love - Really

I stared at the ripples
of spring rain
on my secret black 
pond

And watched the
little leaves
A million greens
dancing with the
invisible drops

I promised to work
if a cloud rumbled like
one of those monsoon days

But then I have
always broken promises

turn turn turn

The canvas
gathered dark clouds
and  Black eyes 
bathed in sea salt

Evening fell
a little early
and the sun
touched his
curls


barren time
whispers

this could be the end
or maybe a start

 

              (1)

Running fingers through
my hairless scalp
I breathe in another
Sunset


My "Y" has become
like the ones in
your inky letters



           (2)

You walked in wet
soaked in winter rain

you chirped
you fluttered

In my kitchen
the hissing kettle

smoked another
spring another
Monsoon

First Jan

Through  misty haze 
I gathered fragments
of a tattered me
The storm came wailing and
Blew it all and
Here I sit with a clutter of
ash half burnt

And here I love ye all
ye the desirable
ye the ugly -  ye who came
ye who went away
who loved me
and you - who didn't

I stand beautiful
under rain
The cigarette tip
still red
and till when
who cares
Between my fingers
I breathe the fragrance
of moist green grass

30 th Dec

what ends tomorrow
and what starts the day after


I never seriously thought
That I was wrong

Until today when they
They all in a drunken frenzy


shall giggle and dance
in a circle holding each other