Your kites hovering aloft
beckon my idle one...

Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid...

Grow up
grow up fast...

The fire never waits
for any consent...

Poetry is a perennial stream
a poet swims and swims...

I loved and loved her as much
now that we fall wide apart...

Love---hate---love
life---death---life...

The turbulent epoch witnesses
Ramayana in every household...

Let the pallid ice land
spread all over me...

Deeper behind the bust
the softer bosom...

From the silvery ashes of the
worn-out poetry...

I stole the whole sun
to implant in your heart...