at present . . .

You go and live
the hell or heaven of your life.
Let me be here
hanging from the ceiling
without knowing
whether dead or alive.

,..

let it drizzle

the drizzling
is earnestly trying
to erase the darkness
off this wordful night.

now you please
let the drizzling believe that
it's not only the sun
that can do so.

,..

nesting sky . . .

You are the only one
who could recognise
those numerous lights
in my darker sky.

Still, I am trying in a hurry
to conceal the sky
in an abandoned nest.

Now, please don't send me
your birds
that lay star eggs. 

,..

... marquez

I am bitten by the 'missing' you,
though my mornings start
by finding you.

,..

whose moon!?

one hand can
of course hide the moon
but only for you

,..

a word and another . . .

a word
that just woke up
from a greater dream
tries to wake up
another word
that is sleeping

,..

Word of rain . . .

The chattering wind was still around then.

It carried no song of love,
but our discourse was full of
lovable words.

We talked about
all beautiful things
in our sphere.

About the sun that hides behind any white cloud,
about the bullock cart
that starts in the morning
to drag time to reach till the night,
about the boy who drew the vast sea
and a small boat that carried us to
the other shore,
and so on.

When we started drinking
silence from our tea-cups,
the sky turned dark with
burdened clouds. 

I tried to disown any sense of belonging,
and was just staring at you
as a child sitting amused
on mother's lap.

It was then you said
'Let it rain' . . .
and it rained.

,..