तुम शीत ऋतु की लहर सरीखी प्रिय हूँ मैं शीत में प्यासा व्याकुलता तुम व्योम पटल की सुष्मिता सी निर्झर और मैं रैन रूप में रहस्य पिरोया प्रमाणिकता से ओझल संगम सा स्नेह हमारा तीर्थ हुआ है अंचल के अंत में समर में प्रीति राग दोहराती है जो हर प्रेमाकुल पास बिठाकर इक नूतन उम्मीद…

Who am I? Whether “I” am asking “WHO,” Or “WHO” is asking “I” too. Or else, the existing “am” amid echoing, Before her introverted introspection. Why is this question? Not a metaphysical question for “I,” Nor a journey of discovery for “WHO.” But an existential pondering here, In the gulf of time about her fear.…

Perpetually, death in life is the end, I wish this string with two ends. And an urge, ends to be tied, Fetus won’t put on life’s tie. A, An & The, no article, Deprived of any etched articles. I bid him, in the dream of a nap leap, Meeting must not be unabridged with leap.…

Me and My Earphone You can say it’s baloney, one-sided, and unfair, But your tangling mirrors our knot and affair. Yet caught with rays of care and scare, But our amour is hidden in the length of pare. Not to misread as racist or incite, An ink of laxity can blot white. So she whispered…

I saw her trembling shy, on the footprint of the passing rain. Her tardy steps beneath the blind eye, on the bank of the puddle same. Her eroded beckon face, and blind foot race. Her hour-old child, and motherhood’s nip. I heard her flowing tears, on the prong of the maternity yarn. Her pouring breast…