Crescent

My window is crescent moon: partially open

Sparrow’s call

Session on wire

Waves pull me elsewhere

Nest

Birds don’t have windows

Nor doors

They reverse sky

For siblings

Death Shrine

Nocturnal nostalgia

Mystic

Death space

Crafted abode

Musical echoes are perpetual horizons

Mid summer’s soul

May flower in the fore

Full blown Gulmohar

In the backyard

Eternal day

At my place

Face on pane

Sitting

Before the window

Darkness

 Inside and outside

Clouds play

Drums

Sky blows

 Trumpet,

Occasional

Rain in summer

Assembling

Forgotten friends

In cool revelation

Snail’s steps

Unveiling from shell

Life’s graph gel’s behind.

Poppy flower

Embryonic moon

 In field’s of lust

Night dew

Drops

Like volatile fume

Engulfing soul mates

Living apart

Banyan Route

Uprooted

Age 

Old trees

In road expansion.

Fast moving

Tracks

Lope

Haunted by

Ghost’s soiled

Souls.

Jasmine Creeper

Bud’s

Way

 Blossoms

 Night: fragrant pillow.

Deep pour

Deep ploughed

Heart

Cotton

Yarn’s mourning

On the corpse of the farmer

Celestial Gods

Deities

In the midst

Of the road: Parking Space for Faith.

Dawn and Dusk

Fire Flies

Flake

Whither

In grey and black

Unmasking the flame

Crushed in between

My fingers

Childs Theater

He   plays

On his own

Throwing the ball

To the

Anonymous

Performer.

Audience applause

Echo in their own hearts

Gratitude

Proceeds to bowl

For reiterate   performance.

(To my son Sisir and childhood, 2-4-2012, Badangpet)

Summer Sanctuary

Temple On the mount crest

Monkeys Palate Butterflies