Compulsion has no

perpetrators, just victims --


and accomplices.

Little by little ,
I fell in love .
A gentle smile,
every once in a while.
I fell in love .
A few words of wisdom,
Whenever I felt lost.
I fell in love .
A  little help ,
Every time I needed.
I fell in love with you.
With each passing day,
I love you a little more...

What ultimate poem
does.....
it will create a pain
of......more like hearing
"a death of a beautiful woman"

Step by step,
bit by bit,
seen unseen
unknowing shape.

Concepts in rebuild
reconstruct what has fallen.

Come on,
let in some fresh air.
No need to be afraid
the same dark chants drift by.

Change resonance.
There is a chance
for a new beginning.

We climb the Koro hill.

Forty years and still ascending
gives a good feel.

We stand under a Madhuca tree
blossoming in March heat and rain.

From the hilltop
the valley down below
looks dreamy grey.

We've greyed and graded
past full bloom.

In the wafting fragrance of Madhuca
we pray to hold on
for some more.