He is plump, a little dumb, four year old...
I was, on a story-telling mission, "Once...

The vapor sacks
dwelling places of my clairvoyant thoughts...

Love comes...
Like a shower in the midst of May...

I wish to leap over
the apparent horizon...

The poem
holds shabbily...

You
Your words...

I would love to do some gardening
On my love's broken yard...

Love is-
Sensing a whiff...

Amid departed leaves
teardrops and busted twigs...

[Earlier written as "Candle", this is a...
A wretched power-cut paid...

Delicate lips
innocent eye...

Christened Ganesha
an age old tusker...