In love

I’ve fallen in love

With the winds that refuse to

Warm by the sun

I’ve fallen in love

With the greens that sashay

Like a ballet dancer

The clouds that tease the sun

The squirrels and good trees

That never grow old

The budding flowers around.

In love with the creepers

And the music of roots

The butterflies and ants

Carpels, a blade of grass

I’ve fallen in love

With the twigs that fall

To become later a leaf

Fragrance, stem and veins!

The birds! Oh the chatty birds!

Going about their busy day

I let my hair down

To let the winds caress

Oh sweet cold wind

Take me with you!

Thunder

Thunder murmurs in the far dark distance.

And you tiptoe to my windowsill.

Accompany, the whispers of the monsoon wind, 

carrying the fragrance of farms and crops.

I let you kiss my temple and lips.

But you teasingly trickle down my neck,

Like the inquisitive fingers of a new lover.

I taste the echoes and the musky scent of the soil.

Soon, I catch you by the hand and ask 

‘But first tell me- aren’t rain and poetry the best of friends?’

‘The best’ you say and turn towards the wind, who

hums us a midnight song.

Lunatic Love

Her heart fills with love

And overflows, spills and drips

From crevices of her

Like an overflowing water tank

On a rugged road

If you come in touch

You may indulge in it

With great ardor.

Her eyes try to catch a piece of slumber

But her heart waltzes and romps

The moon is to blame

Because her love

Is brimming like the

Sun’s stroke. 

It takes lunatic shapes 

Once in a full moon.