In the wilderness
Of mountains
I barked at Nature,

Why calamity
Not just beauty?

Nature
Barked back at me,
Why me?

Surely,
We are children
Of Mother Earth

Isn’t it her DNA
That spins us this much

Maybe not;

Mother has an axis of
Uniqueness

A flower’s
Petals

Our
Smiles

My
Sighs

Same
Fate! (2019)

The drop of perspiration,
On your crescent like forehead:
A tiny little pearl
Glistens on a comely little rose,

Whispered he, to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires


The drop of sweat,
On her withered face:
An emblem that stirs up
Disgust for life’s desires

The hermit thought to himself (1981)

My Holy Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest is shy

How can the pain you endured,
On the way to and on the Mountain,
Tame our hearts inflamed by weeds

How can the agony of nails
Bore into your veins and bones
Soften our souls soiled with slimes

This is no confession, but
To cherish your pain is
Our daily wine ‘n’ bread (2018)

The table is 3-D, and
So is the orange on it

The canvas is 2-D, but
The orange in it is 3-D

If not for mind’s multi-D syndromes
What sanity in this swirl of deliriums (2019)

A crow pecks on its reflection
Thinking that what it sees is a rival

A man smiles with the mirror
Thinking that what he sees is himself (2015)