( Earlier this was "For you, my...
I cherish the thirst...

( This is a modified version of my earlier piece...
Drenched world...

The piece is dedicated to the tribal community in...
I became hypnotized...

Only a breeze dares to whisper.
Occupied birds wrangle...

( In memory of my loving father.)
He hummed melancholy notes...

You will smile scornfully reading this
and surely will laugh at the rhythm, if any...

Flakes of multihued alphabets
twirling inside...

Amid departed leaves
teardrops and busted twigs...

As I glided over the crest
and slipped...

Gloom descends
as an assorted cluster of gray...

Lights just went off,
making the room...

Not every morning
witnesses...