One lazy afternoon
my door creaked...

She once playfully asked,
"How much do you care for me?&quot...

Adept trick of fingers
toss up...

Wipers busily make semicircles
of clarity on the windscreen...

Delicate lips
innocent eye...

Christened Ganesha
an age old tusker...

You carry my burden of yesteryears.
Dust has thickened along your folds, yet...

Its an impeccable portal!
You may place your orders...

Yamuna flows by, quietly,
Seasons walk in silence...

As I glided over the crest
and slipped...

Amid departed leaves
teardrops and busted twigs...

Daylight is sprinkling upon
an infantry of trunks...