Flakes of multihued alphabets
twirling inside
my mind's vacant lecture hall
occasionally arrange and re-arrange
to form a string of words,
such threads
entwine
bringing a few lines
to paper,
giving birth to a verse.
Sometimes these poems
ignite a flame inside
a gloomy interior,
miniature flame it may be.
Once in a while
they wipe out
seeds of tear
from a lustrous eye,
petite seeds they may be.
They also reach out
and kiss the dream
inside a lover's heart,
a foolish dream it may be.
My verses
germinate in Springtime
flourish in the Monsoon
and fall off in Winter,
reassuring
the branches to hold out
Hopes for the future.
