My abandoned poems
arranged themselves...

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

Forming a circle, they are standing still
akin to olden bronze statues...

Once, I hit upon Love in my way.
She asked...

One winter morning
back from a stroll...

Visions of your straightened hair
draping the shoulders...

His unshaved beard still looked the same.
Dingy room of the hospital...

He was pestering me for days, "I want to see...
I exclaimed, "why, you're one!&quot...

She revolted, "boring life, this!
Same old spring will be bringing...

Varied dreams
expressions and colors...

Glimpses of Rosy (my neighbor), pruning flowers in...
have etched permanent refuge in my bachelor heart...

Adam asked me, uncomfortably,
"Uncle, can you please...