Ratri, a Woman

Let me become your mirror,
Holding only an image, enough
To shimmer my desire afloat.

How carefully you hide in veil,
Dark calligraphy around twinkling
Mirrors reflecting your gentle light.

Sindur trailing into dusts of distance
And the bold forehead’s medallion
For lovers to witness in your aanchal.

Let me be a lake filled with still water
To catch your image in my tranquility
For the lives swimming within me.

The Lotus Man

The lot of the muddy pond
Blooms alone in the morn
Hidden to the dimmed eyes
The lotus eater swims on
Unaware of the thousand
Flowers to appear in time
In memory of that one lotus
That stood ground amidst
Dirt, deluge, suffering, pain
Of the chocking black lake.

The man brings back the lotus
Before the temple gates open
And factories begin churning
Smoke towards a drowning sun.

The Red Frocked Toad

A red frocked toad
Leaped onto my broken boat
and told the tale of the one legged goat
soon enough my eagle got very bored,
How quickly she went through frogged hoard!