Poet 1-- you have landed straight from moon
I was waiting since morning
And now it's noon

Poet 2-- I live near by and not in moon
What's the matter , I ain't no fool
Come rush to the point real soon

Poet 1-- my poems are dying
Untimely death
No listener at all
lend me your ears
And I shall serve you till last my breath

Poet 2-- ohh dear brother I feel your pain
I'll read your's, if you read mine
Let the other selfish lot
remain devoid of our artistic claim


Manisha

a soft kiss
a hard goodbye
a light thank you
It's a heavy time
to start anew

but somewhere in a story I heard
there was room to be found

a gentle word
a morning flight east-bound
an early lesson learned
a feather-hearted town

you stood in the center
of a cornered-room
you watched without ever looking
and let her, quietly bloom

a blanket hug
a cold drink in an old mug
a blank voice
and comfort in the noise
that tracks her like a shadow
the way she walks in uniform
with her universe
woke up, but felt worse
cannot run, when you're immersed
even if all that surrounds
is what makes you feel found