Friday, March 29, 2013


morning arrives
wrapped as a gift
tied with the charm
of your laughter:
"Happy All Fools Day!"

so easy
to deceive me
after a few drinks--
i always end up
on my side of the mirror

the roadside fortune-teller
looks at me--
signals change
at the near bend

Easter haiku

nailed Jesus
so much of mist
covers the blue

Sunday, March 24, 2013

flimsy clouds

after you left
spring is amid clusters
of hollow words

when the sky becomes golden
with expectations
I look out for seeds of rain

a blue chested bird
resumes its babble to its mate

Yet I'm no fruit-fly
to buzz around vines

I rather like the quiet pigeon
picking up days in its feeder

after you left
spring is amid sunsets
with flimsy clouds

a stack of turtles

seemingly stationary
like a stack of turtles
the evening clouds remind me

of the sea
the night after a season's first storm
a neem tree that looked naked

yet all seems to be not lost
as the stack of turtles slide
to let in

a half-dead light
and we start to search
for leaves missing

one two three
like infants we love to count
our happiness

how much rain could make a puddle
and how many puddles must coalesce
to make a river

our river
our sea

the neem sways its head
does it want an answer

turtles in the sky chase a dying sun

Must we cross the bridge

there was the old nodding head
with an odd query in his eyes
what will happen to them

who are they

the sunrises and sunsets
that we're leaving behind

I'd love to think of myself

yes yes the cat thinks so
it will find a cosy corner for sure
but what will happen to others

Can't you abandon your all

no no its not about all
only my worries stuffed inside
a mahogany case

and the soil of my land

Friday, March 22, 2013


that spring
to this one ...
a map of cherry bloom

will she say 'yes'...
leaves half-eaten
by locust

dream catcher
moonlight spinning its web
around us

the secrets shared
by autumn leaves

Monday, March 11, 2013


our doctor
explains the use
of pacemakers--
my heart stops
thinking about you

Monday, March 4, 2013

napthalene smell

no more
the sun-bird's song
can she put off
the choking smell
of napthalene

Sunday, March 3, 2013

zebra pattern

how soft a light
forming zebra pattern
by my window...
how many years did i pass
holed up amid stones

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