Self Portrait
From sunny days to thunderstorms,
I am
—All that is in between.
Spring
Spring
And a song
—Nests in the cuckoo’s heart.
Autumn
The sigh
of a single leaf on the ground
—Autumn has passed by.
Letters
Same soulful entreaties,
Same plaintive notes
—Your letters, my ghazals.
Recipe
A spoonful of love
Two lumps of dreams
—Life is so invigorating.
Metamorphosis
At fourteen, self conscious
Come forty one.
—Only conscious of the SELF.
Mystery
Wonder what the naughty bee
Hummed to the hibiscus
— She is forever blushing!
Answers
Into the vast cloudy expanse
I whispered “BELOVED”
— And it drizzled.
Oneness
We are one.
Difficult to say
—Where I end and you begin.
