[ Diwali is a festival of lamps at nighttime...
When light investigates...

My abandoned poems
arranged themselves...

That stupid alarm clock!
Drowsy hand reach out...

His voice was faint, lips feeble
tattered coat...

We are all diced up
boiled individuals, you know...

I won't tread the path again
Let the grayish belt of asphalt...

Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window...

Clatter on tram tracks
puddles of rain...

[ Edited version of "The floor lamp&quot...
Upright column...

They are witnesses
of so many rebirth of springs...

Urgency
for scripting expressions...

We will meet
someday...