the bombs have scared
the tourists away.
they too have dented
the pysche of the islanders,
...
poor creatures
always at the receiving
end of cruelties
...
light is a realm
that helps us see
another realm
the body is a realm
...
when we fell out of love
it was a storm of leaves
pieces of us fell everywhere
familiar spots, they fade like
...
the sun has fins
it swims through
the clear blue sky
casting lights off
...
so familiar
an echo
an echo
from my heart
...
essence of love
fountain of love
god he is to be felt
subtly felt so that
...
when poetry comes
there is always a goddess
at the back of the mind
that always wants to
...
the poet in his work
tries to find himself, refine it
to let the lotuses in him bloom
the real poet lives in his own private realm
...
god is great
but nobody
wants to be god
because he holds
...