Strokes

Your words combed
my tangled thoughts
then poured
down the slopes
and I rested
as if after
a warm
oil bath.


Monsoon

Mighty Shiva
Dark expanding
Lightening Parvati
Deep entwining

( published)


Let Be

Let the breeze
sweep clean
mounds of sepia tinted leaves
that lie around ,
not knowing why
on hardened ground.

Let the new rain
soften terrain,
so that spring
waiting in the wings
can walk free
barefeet.