A still dry lone leaf, Yellowish brownish lifeless, On a hollow brick On a cold morning, Leaves brown-yellow, pigeons peck, As I run a slow Lush green is the park, Walking and running they go, Musing are a few Red lush maple leaves, Nature nurtured canvas, sky Orange tint backdrop Lush green leaves, in lakh, Lush green leaves, in lack — small clefts, Sunshaft — clouds leave sky

Blue serene sky shines, Flock of pigeons soaking warmth, Sitting wings wide spread Smoky copper pot, Simmering masala tea, Sipping a coffee Drizzling evening rain, Chilly peach iced tea — I sip, Smiling wide he stands Wet roads, late morning, Still, I stood looking, shop shut, His smile — memory Sunkissed marigold, Lull in breeze, swaying motionless On the balcony

I wander I wonder Where I belong Were I belong In pursuit, I say, I belong

In peace is my mind, In appreciating art In appreciating art, In peace is my mind

Akin to phoenix, Aflame to ashes, Ascending to azure. Afraid I am, About I ardoring, Aflame to ashes, Ascending to azure. Afraid I am, At no time, Accrual no prance.

Frail is my soul, Liken to a glass, Shattered to pieces, I stay in dark, Away from the perfect, Fearing the judgement. Little did I know, Off I step in light, And bright will I shine, Prismic rainbow, Vibrant shattered pieces, Kept in dark, thought of sin, Is the showpiece, I am.

As a child, I used to gaze at the skies, mesmerized by the swaying milkweeds in the wind. I would stand there, marveling at their beauty, with no intention of chasing them. My eyes would sparkle, akin to the silky strands of the milkweed, reflecting the golden glow of the…

The void of the past, lingering around, The sorrow creaking, through the cracks, Widening the hole, resembling black hole, Which then holds, remembrance back held, Fading the memories, fading the moments, Faking the smiles, faking the smartness, No longer the fakes, yet linger the sorrows, No longer the void, yet linger, then searing, Filling up, To no vain, Yet I try, To fill the void, By mending,

We strolled through the blue-tinted chilly night well-lit by the moon. The cold asphalt-topped jagged stones massaged my feet. He never judged me for choosing to walk barefoot. To walk barefoot, touching the ether, made moments slower. Turning around, my steps came to a halt. I stood there looking at…