moon-tree . . .

clear sky of
the rain-stopped-night.
the tree in front
hides the moon
that has just come out
of the clouds.

looking at the moon
through the leaves
you are asking,
'is the moon grown
in the tree?'.

as i smile at you in silence
you take my hand in yours
to say
'no, the tree has grown in the moon'.

you too start smiling
with that revelation
as my space gets
filled with
the moon-tree.

,..

again . . .

a path where the rain has played
the mind wears out as i walk
only the wetness remains

,..

the zhun song...

You are a beautiful song
that lies within.
And I am
the journey of music
that tries
to bring you out.

,..

moontoxicating . . .

We both were counting the stars
of the moonless sky.
When the moon appeared,
we plucked all
the counted stars
and then planted them
in our garden,
just to intoxicate
the moon
with the fragrance
of blooming stars.

,..

ichhe daana . . .

The wings of wishes
that flew from your
night's sky,
reached the branch
of my early morning
to tell the stories
of wishes
that are fulfilled
yet not.

,..