I never felt my legs since six,
And ever loved my lake since then
My boat was my cradle
And my lake was my Grande Dame.
My Grande Dame
Scent of milk
Any fresh day when she sees me
there is a smiling moon floating
in her deep calm eyes.
The Secluded Silences.
Temptations are wings
And addiction, the sky.
Ever roosting bats
Never ending hunts in dark
Unsolved Problem
I believe, we all have
one unsolved problem in life.
For a few, that may be a secret
which hides like a grenade in the pocket
I Have You Only…
When my quaver meets
a premature death in my throat
When I curl up like a Chartreux
I have you only
You Burned Us Day and Night
Are you a natural selection or invention?
If natural selection, I have nothing to say,
And if you are invented, let the ‘splendour of thousands of suns,’
Blaze upon the heads of your inventors.
Angel and the Dirty Boy
The kid loved playing in the mud
A mud much darker than his skin.
He was comfortable being dirty and ugly
Because all his mates were so .
Bar-tailed godwit
‘What happened?
You are lost in deep thoughts
Looks like you made a long solo trip
Like a bar-tailed godwit’
I asked my beloved.
The Shortest Distance
‘Which path has the shortest distance
to reach you?’ my beloved asked.
Like the calm sea assimilating a fresh river,
I stood cold looking into her deep eyes.
The Spring of Her Love
Love is an invaluable gift
Wrapped in insecurity
And opened with possessiveness.