mm..

As we were talking
about the sounds
of the night after the rain,
you saw the rising moon
and I saw your seeing it.
Let it now rain a little
in the moon too.

,..

coloured...

You plucked and ate the sun
that was grown
on your way out
from the forest.
The green filled way 
gradually faded
to become the known darkness.
And then the colours
of you and me
entered each other
to create another evening...

,..

who knows?

What shall we call
the sea
that came out
of its sphere
and is wandering
in search of the river?

,..

'sea'ing...

And when we finally met
at the sea
there were those
endless waves
and 
a deep calmness too...

,..

ah! :-)

'Is life all about memories?',
I casually asked her this morning.

'No, it is all about
remembering to forget',
she said.

And I am not sure
why did she have that
absorbing smile...

,..

to start with...

'There is always a way
to any place on this earth',
she began
as we were looking at her with a
'Which way?' question.

'From the sky',
she smiled
and then the pulsating drum
showed us the way.

,..

foresting...

a forest that waits
a path that flows inside it
a journey that becomes omnipresent
here i am
there you are
and in between us,
the language...

,..

present continuos...

the decent forest
started growing into
a wild one
as you
looked upon...

,..