Thursday, March 22, 2012


night after night
the white haunts me
whispers taunt me
breeze going past.
a tree mocks me
standing in the field
flirting with grass.
a four-legged barks
a winged one marks
dark come and go.
day after day
like the dried tree
sun takes from me
the desire to be.
like the barren bay
once with all the spirit
and now none to say.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Useless quest

Dear Chandrabindu,
Don't you shiver when you swim in a lake?
Stars are many, (yet) you shine the most.
(But) Isn't your glow all borrowed and fake?
Die every month, still why do you boast?