Hair reigns, scent of her,
She sleeps late by a window,
Morning meadow sun.

Pretty Periwinkle, lovable, at my happy doorstep,
full of purple flowers, winks at me every time I pass her;
she has something to tell me in private, it's evident,
she whispered, I tried within limits, but couldn't afford to concede.

The bird asks me
What I’d do
If I am a bird.
I tell him
High and high I’d soar
So high that I’d see the earth no more
I’d be a bird on the tree
I’d be a bird that’s free!
What you’d do bird
If you’re a man?
To be fair
It’d be my only prayer to God
Don’t be so hard
Make me once again a bird!
Saying this the bird sings
And spreads its wings to a sky
I can never fly!

It hung in the air
Hallucinated a while
And died like a smile!
Was it ever there,
This marvel
When I dreamed my lips
Touched her navel!

I want to punch you.
And push you away from me.
Please pull me closer.

The rain
All on a sudden
Poured in glee,
It kissed the windowpane
Drenched the lonely lane
But lo not a drop touched me!

Come friend take my hand
Let’s go where the chariot of our childhood stood
To find out there if those times still stand
The ones we think are lost for good.
Come friend let’s retrace on the sand
Our imprints we think are lost for good
The times may there in wait for us stand
Where our yore’s chariot stood!

I have it in my dreams
The shadowy bus stop
On a nowhere zone
Where nobody waits ever for a bus,
To get off there and wait
For the shadows to gather
And take strange shapes
To turn into a phantom bus
That would vanish with me on board!