Tree
Flowers climb the branches exhibit their full blossom flowers visit drawing rooms They visit temples and then they vanish. defying fixed...
You are as you are
Standing on some non-life fringe of life embracing non-existent shape like winds that stopped blowing, I would be living in illusions...
Khorampa*
There was mela** of fogs atop and around the hill. Unknown that was to me why the fogs chose the place for the mela under the porch...
Every Morning
Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive. I express my thankfulness...
Entanglements
Let me not so much be lost in involvements as would make me incapable of recognizing the fragrance of the flower beaming in my own...
A Story of The Setting Sun and The Moon
The road comes from somewhere and goes straight somewhere else caring not the Chautari* that awaits him, goes past, leaving her where...
Before switching off Light
Hushed dark Feeling walls With hands of winds Is groping its passage Into the house. Light Jumping out of window Is staring the dark From...
Trees
My eyes are upon the trees. For, trees do not live in fragments. till they fall, they stand flanked by life in its own embrace. In...