To Delhi...

The day it all seemed bright and beautiful...the day it felt warm like the embrace...yes, the day when everything seemed to be perfectly in place...people having their regular evening strolls...chatting non-chalantly with faces known and unknown...children humming like wild bees...an occasional cycle bell attracts their attention from the innovative ball game...young souls looking into each others eyes...hungry for love...the day it was all calm and serene...except for the little tick-tock that speard silently through the atmosphere...sending the message of DEATH !!!

P.S. This is dedicated to the recently bomb blasts that shook the Capital of India.

TO A FRIEND.......

From the compact spaces of adolescence,
Friend's face is a horizon

That can be crossed only once:
Through Betrayal.

And I learn

Friends have no secrets.
They exaggerate their presence
And succumb to their fears...
Nothing lasts in the vicinity
Of the body, not even
The funny
Gestures of friendship.
This knife-like poise is a pause
Between lives.

Even as your boat
Is rocked by stumps of trees
Underwater, my steady heart
Is rattled by a monsoon wind!


note: this is to my friend who has always taken advantage of me whenever he was need...and
after building a support system, has alienated me from his life! But friend I just want to
tell you that your friendship still lingers in my heart.......