Adept trick of fingers
toss up...

You have packed my everyday
within yourself...

[ Khajuraho is a World Heritage Site in Central...
Beehive peeks, temple granites...

Following an on-line cookbook
might be the shortest route to Mary...

[ A tribute to Swami Vivekananda, his fearless...
Ocean roars on all side...

[ Holi is a festival of colors played mostly in...
Air smelled of Holi that morning...

Who's more stubborn
me, or my verse...

Wipers busily make semicircles
of clarity on the windscreen...

I carry my plastic-coated days
in a portmanteau...

I'm a bead of water
on your shiny table top...

Her fingertips play on my bark,
tapping a rhythm...

You have left your best smiles,
softest of whispers...