red summer sunsets and droplets on flowers
pink cotton tunics and lost things in drawers
brown girls who rule with their eyeliner wings
these are a few of my favourite things

a touch of the cheese and a taste of the lime rind
earrings that dangle with a swirl of the wind
rain and the fragrance of trees that it brings
these are a few of my favourite things

when the shoe bites
when I have mood swings
when I am feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
and then I don't feel
so bad

I sit there,
laptop in my lap,
after a full day of Visual Imagery,
about to give up on writing a poem,
irony with her delightful tongue-in-cheek sense of humour
looks at me from the space between half-closed door,
and Baba, sitting beside me
picks up the hairclip before him,
puts it in his hair,
and smiles the most sincere smile
at my sheer inability to write a poem
seriously.

Droplets on a glass
Heady feeling of the end
And steady chatter

मसला मैं, जवाब तुम
प्यास मैं, शराब तुम

लफ़्ज़ मैं, ज़बाँ तुम
काग़ज़ मैं, किताब तुम

मैं पानी, तुम दरिया
मैं  तरतीब, बेहिसाब तुम