Lifetime for me
lies in those baskets of memories...

Awaiting your reply,
I spend days with hope...

Your love was like
the freshness of a haiku...

...And when he took his first steps,
her eyes reflected the cluster of mirth...

Who says one-sided love is wasted....?
having many beautiful aspects to unfold...

Black clouds burst to rain,
raindrops perch on her eyelids...

"Amma", her voice goes
as she strides barefoot...

Its not that I don't like seasons
but I hate the way...

Sarah forgot her-
who helped her discover dreams...

Today when I opened
the book of my memories...

Another life she killed
with the hell which resides...

It is late evening-
the sun has embraced dreams...