The love of an old man Is like the slanting shower- It wets the blades of grass But penetrates not The thirsty root. It doesn’t cause The boughs to tremble No vibration… It rustles down — A quiver Of arrow-like…
I open my eyes Dreamily from sleep With a feeling of ecstasy, To find myself Drenched in the moonlight That falls over me From the open window Suddenly I hear a distant muffle, My heart beats fast To find another…
1. A lone bower under the shining moon And in the shade, My heart sings like a beetle in monotone My words are fire flies, hot thoughts cut them into pieces Yet, I hear the incessant murmur of new born…
Eyes keep listening to the sound of the footsteps of those rain drops Ears keep seeing the wind shutting the window Dear restlessness continues to kiss the cheek Ocean of wet signatures continues to knock at the door There no…
You arrive exactly at the appointed hour. You are in my room facing me silently as I emerge dripping from the shower. You say nothing. Only look at me with those cat eyes. Something rolls and sparks in my belly…
Urmila, I remember you still The tears unshed, on the threshold, Turning those eyes swollen The smile on your lotus lips blossoming like a song of pain The firm feet settling to stillness; some sad message Awakening in the corner…
When the foetus was murdered None felt her quiver of voiceless protest When the witch was slaughtered Her intense raucous cries were just grotesque Between the female foetus and the witch Falls the shadow of the woman Her anointed conditioned…
“Far above is the sky Far below is the Earth. You are the Earth I am the sky.” Aha ! how profound! give food to fill my belly give dreams to fill my sleep; who is the giver here, who…
What is this time? Turning the tottering steps to running feet? the gurgling laughter to dimpled smile And the bewitching looks so sweet ending in wrinkled smile sans teeth? What is this time? That changes the darling buds of May…
Tonight hangs heavy on me.. Memories haunt And old wounds start bleeding… The stars mock at me And the crescent moon creeps to my bed The soft breeze brings fragrance From the Jasmine by my window The nightingale sings the…
The colourful active life of the housewife Is beyond my reach now The little ones who nagged me For a any hut in the front yard Are all grown. and have built grand mansions of their own. No need to…
It was always the same scenario The same line. While I made tea On a rusty red stove He stood watching leaning by the door and then said, I like the cut of your dress as though it were a…
