Dear Suman,
Wish I could send you the autumn sky, the terrace...

Girders demarcated a pink heaven
from water. The reddish glow peeped...

We hover alongside.
Has the sky been sprayed with gulal...

"Who is Julie, calling you everyday?
Who IS she...

I died the first time,
when a wheel splashed a muddy spray...

Eight files of pawns
obeyed my Queen's order...

"On the eastern side it will be!"
pointed a middle-aged person...

It was a night
that could make a soccer ball frolic...

As I breathe my poems,
flowers take the place of bullets...

Sleepy morning
cleans the ash heap...

One peafowl halted his search.
The air was warming up...

Eyes shrieked,
"I must have lost them!&quot...