Leaves rollick
in sunup dew...

Bus terminus,
fussy pockets, speedy wheels...

I was gazing at a stainless canvas
fingers rustled over unshaven beard...

Mimi had left her mobile on my table.
I liked its screen saver...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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