I gave my heart to the Harvest Moon
hoping my true love would meet with me there

But the Moon came and went for twenty years
and still my lover was distant

but in the end distance matured love
and I love her now like I never could before

I gave my heart to the Harvest Moon
and the Moon gently accepted my love.

There’s this you in you
merging wide into the infinity
and seeping deep into the infinitesimal,
from your immutable stillness watching
the phenomenal you
in a very hot turmoil—

He looks me in the face smiling. 
I listen to him—his words,
like clean pebbles, tangible.
The thundersquall subsides outside
and a quiet creeps into the room,
snuggling for warmth.

From a leak in the roof drips rain water
into a copper ***.

I listen to him—his words,
like clean pebbles, tangible.

Together we ascend and descend
on this joyous swing!
Bouncing our feet on earth and leaping back,
we stretch ourselves skyward,
swinging down and swinging up—
our cheeks touching,
your
anklets jingling,
blue skirt swishing,
tresses blowing,
we go
swinging down and swinging up,
swinging down and swinging up,
till we touch—
heart in mouth—
a free space—
sans space—
where time and gravity tapers to a stop—
like when in the interlude between two wing beats,
the void between two heartbeats—
and we cling to each other and exult—
Jugum! Yuj!

the smell of parched earth
as cool raindrops sizzle down--
and you, in my thoughts

on the temple steps
i encounter an elephant
bigger than god!

From inside this bud,
I watch myself flowering
petal by petal.

toss your lackluster realities,
and the river will find you—
lost, wet and windswept
like autumn leaves
after rain,
like butterfly wings in
chlorine
like a hundred gossamer strings
on the sea.

They talked about him as the one
who none had ever seen smile.

You couldn't gauge
if he was happy or depressed
no emoji could describe
the repressed expression
but all said
he was dutiful.

Caring husband and father
responsible family head
silent bread earner.

His constant arrangement made sure
the home was neatly organized
not one object was out of place
and but for the children
it would have been hard to guess
if he ever met his wife privately
summing up him to be named
robot
and the belief in his name was strong.

When his wife died
he wailed so loud
it could be heard beyond town.

To the neighbors,
it was mechanical breakdown.