They roam around me
as smallish clouds...

Early morning wind
brush my jacket...

I watch the routine rise
of a blazing diamond...

Under the vault of azure,
grand sculptures...

Clothes sticking to my skin,
I face the sky...

[This is a tribute to the power of non-violence...
The Charkha...

I'm half empty
and half filled...

[Earlier written as "Some shy roses&quot...
Cluster of roses...

Dearest,
I have spotted one purple globe...

I look more aged
in my passport size photograph...

Waves on the left,
sands on the right of them...

I'm no Columbus
on a Santa Maria...