We hover alongside.
Has the sky been sprayed with gulal...

Love is a child
crawling in a plot of green...

Come
near me...

You have disappeared
like the distant trees...

Let me share
a morsel of sky with you...

My reveries were clouds
in your firmament; my mornings...

Light
clears up...

Not with
discharge of cannon balls...

One milestone
a road winding up the hills...

Sleepy morning
cleans the ash heap...

**
an elephant-cloud...

She'd sky-dive with succulent drops,
frolic upon leaves of a rare foliage...