Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.
...
Moon is so jealous
Never says,
“Arjyaneela, your beauty is my light.”
...
Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.
...
My father told me
first time
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
...
That day afternoon
umbrella cloud
every moment followed the shadow of daylight.
You were walking
...
First Love
Your smile
promissory
with secrets of life
let go my felucca mind.
Took you to beyond the deep blue sky
to an oasis of thirsty Bedouin
to a home at the jib of half moon
heavenly jasmine I made proud to your hair
and rehearsed the simple three words
thousand times to your photo
but dumb I remained
in front of you
only to say
a courteous,
“Hello, how are you? ”