You have disappeared
like the distant trees...

Come
near me...

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

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

It was a night
that could make a soccer ball frolic...

As I study the sheen of a bronze Buddha,
an ikebana of laments breathe inside...

Its not that I have to show you my fondness,
yet I must script a poem...

My highs and my lows brush over the canvas
engaging a rainbow...

Eyes shrieked,
"I must have lost them!&quot...

One peafowl halted his search.
The air was warming up...

As I breathe my poems,
flowers take the place of bullets...

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