The Whirring of the fan in the dark
As I lay on the cotton sheet
Sleep eluding me, perspiration finding me
This blasted Delhi heat

In the burning orange of the noon
The rickshaw tires play with the dust
And all is silent like a black n white film
It's just screaming in the color of rust

Neem trees, dried leaves
And the buzzing of the evening flies
Time to chase the ice lollies vendor
As the temple bell tolls by

Along comes the night again
Heaving and spewing, choking on fiery stars
Already restless for the next season
Oh why are Delhi winters so far

A lie is a spark in a pine forest
as it dances a weave in fir needles.
Bright embers jump in the wind as
they warm the speaker.

And most, quickly, find their end.
Extinguished, small burnt patches.
Cold, dark hollows, black soot,
in distant groves of conversation.

In each patch remains a potential,
when the winds of argument rise
and in heat of a battle stoked,
of a runaway wildfire.

Deep searing heat burning all
as it careers into a forest roof.
Conflagration less, if prior
planned burns completed.

It's a solemn sun that sets
on your final day.
To lay forever un-awoken.
the last leaf having fallen,
a final breath spoken.

But anyway,
the suns heat remains
in photographs with
dusty frames.

The sun was there,
it will be again.
Just in a different body;
with a different name.

Fallen ashes in the wind
and rain.
But it's all a reminder
that there once was
a flame.

A solemn way that sets up
a brighter day.
For the new awoken.
As the sapling grows,
the chain; still unbroken.

Crying like a fool
For a friend hurt my feelings
Scratches on my heart

I worried when I saw him,
Alone with no fresh air
His rosy cheeks stained red with tears
And wet his sweat soaked hair.
I watched as he stared- aimless-
Into the late night sky,
His blue eyes frightened, innocent,
And then they met with mine.
So I smiled, reluctantly,
For I shook, red with rage
His ginger hair, his cold arms bare,
Only two years of age?
He gawked around, the traffic lights
distracted him a while,
Till in a daze he stared right back
And offered me his smile.
Then I waved and thought it wrong
That he should be alone,
He giggled then- the sweetest laugh
That I have ever known.
The minutes passed, my worry grew,
The drug store door ajar,
I kept his eyes open on mine,
As I watched him in the car.
An eternity had come and gone
And I found myself quite shocked
To see his mother return to him;
She left the doors unlocked.
She turned to him, worried I think
Though I'm still not certain why.
I drove away, with several more,
And waved this boy goodbye.