Wishing shadows could
put in the picture...

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

One dragonfly
sits motionless on his...

Playing "Walk, Don't Run"
on an ebony cassette recorder...

Please try to understand,
I'm getting bored with you now...

"Who is Julie, calling you everyday?
Who IS she...

I am held within a cobweb
of seduction, bound by it's nine letters...

Clatter on tram tracks
puddles of rain...

My abandoned poems
arranged themselves...

One milestone
a road winding up the hills...

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

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