My smallish playground
is with grasses worn out...

Christened Ganesha
an age old tusker...

Delicate lips
innocent eye...

Wishing shadows could
put in the picture...

A blank world
Inert...

Colours of Rainbow
Seven shades...

The poem
holds shabbily...

You
Your words...

As your protective hands embrace
your encompassing hollow...

Love is-
Sensing a whiff...

Almost not a few days more
Thereafter I shall be yours...

Nights soughed sweet nothings
Days were walking hand in hand...