Citizens of midnight Acquiring a nationality tonight. Sleeping in a nation at last Bereft of your troubles of past. Exchanging flags at the border Restoring the land in order. Little change that had crept in Stealthily takes you to an inn. Soundless sleep you’ll not sleep As a natural calamity sweeps.

Death had walked in stealthily. For one it knocked at dusk, For the other it belled at dawn. First one crept into the crematorium The other silently walked into the cemetery. Buried miles apart yet united by their part. Left to gaze at a distant star, Man and woman of science afar.

There’s something about June. The way she dresses night and noon, of sultry garnishes and drowsing rain by the day. celestial events peeping behind the clouds in the evening sky, whispering of unrelinquishing love of a summer lad and a winter lass. There’s something about June. The ways she speaks of a danger in loom,…

of seconds of gasping breath after a long run, seconds to gain the  breath of a mile. of seconds sunshine warmth after a downpour to gain the stoppage time over a rainbow. of seconds reading the last few lines, seconds to ponder upon Frost on a frosty night. of seconds of writing goodbye messages, to…

To willingly desire the undesirable – the tuft of feathery leaflets, unblossomed florets of passion, warm silent goodbyes in january. To willingly delve into the unknown- trails of a nomadic fragile woman, savoury taste of pelican meat, pleasure of an aromatic flower, the lingering kiss of a stranger. To willingly carry you with thyself- into…

It flutters through the window pane and rushes with the speed of rain. twitters with birds of spring , cries for the river in the plain. It laughs in the hidden hope and kisses as a loving friend. Longs for the winter of solitude, dwells in the heart of pain. It calls in the mid-night dream,…

Plenty more to bury, plenty more to cover. I may falter but she will not alter. I may forget to plant but she will make them bloom. years later I might forget but she will send a stranger to the tombstone. I might forget to water but she will shower the rain. I buried, she…