The Wait

Black soil, upturned
thirsty, waiting.
tall mountains, brown
burnt, yearning.
clear skies, blue
still, unyielding.

come soon, monsoon...

Summer

Mirages on the roads

Sweat dripping from foreheads

Mango juice dripping down hands

Stiffling stillness in the air

Gulmohars blossoms spewing fire

A Haiku

Now that I am four and thirty,
Remember the days I was seventeen.

The dreams that I dreamt...
The amount of energies spent...


That was half a lifetime away.....