I keep losing track
In the maze of your eyes
And desire to return home intensifies
Bangles broken at the door sill
...
Sailors and tourists
Eye the coastline differently,
As do they inhale sea-wind.
Birth of each poem
...
Playing hide and seek with my poems,
I keep my eyes closed shut and
Finish the faithful count of hundred
Lest the retreating shadow
...
Departure
I keep losing track
In the maze of your eyes
And desire to return home intensifies
Bangles broken at the door sill
Echoes through the air still
The door that is slowly closing
Has started to forget the meaning of waiting.