Friends are heroes
Visible and invisible
Sung and unsung
And some of them
Like stars,
rise out of the blue
I find mine in
the compartment:
Long in the tooth
Undressed, untidy
And subject to stitches
Our loya guards
keep a tab
On our movements
Laughter and gossip
Our relatives
Blow our perspiration away
Our cemented roof
Streathens our shelter
Forgotten, abandoned,
Still our best companions.

Walking is wisdom
People go out
Abandoning their
Comfort unstitched
Each step is
pulling the yoke
It is sunrise
What drives them out
And keep them running
Pushing each rock
That hinders their way
I am sure it is an invisible
Spirit that breathes inside
A special gift
Of God to them
Not for women
A message for those
Shouting for equality
Yesterday the rain
Hit hard like strip on the fur
And the man,
with his umbrella
Like a broken sieve,
Staggering fast
Due to his twisted leg
Crossed the road
Where ditches were the rungs
I made a good comeback
Though in the morning
My mind had been
The kettle on the fire
And like him crossed
The subway to reach my point
Coming back is the best harvest
After sowing seeds of going out
And Walking is their water to grow

Going out for poetry reading in hazy days
Is frying fish yourself in a cold winter night.

Looking up for you now
staring down the night

Nowhere to go now, love
that you've taken your own life.

Last night I thought
I saw your constellation
orbiting the moon.

In another life
I would have known you.
Quiet like the stars in the night
....ever shining.

Window opens to salubrious breeze
Tucked away at, waiting to be hailed
Just to get in and cool the mind
That is boiling like water in a container
That has been since long, and in such times
Even a single minute is a summer noon.
This is what mankind has failed to decipher
And to get a find better injection or capsule
At the right moment so that the life
That was marooned can be on sail again.
As the wind was fresh I switched on my cell
And mother was smiling to know in a lucid way
I was normal and back on delayed duites.

If we had
No smile
What would
Happened
With our faces?
Would they
Have looked
The base
Of a fry pan,
The head
Of a buffalo
Or the face
Of champeze
The bark of
The oldest oak
The panda
Looking from
The branches
It is nothing
Like that.
God be thanked.
It is the skin
Of a zebra,
The cheeks
Of a dandelion,

The silver
In the azure
The sparkle
Of the day
And everything
That is splendid.....