The transient moment

when one conversation

is over, and I wait for the next,

searching for eyes that

might accidentally meet mine,

that transient moment

surrounded by faces –

smiling, welcoming,

I understand what alone means

for three seconds.

I go off to find the next.

The Fall

The heavy sky
laden with dark clouds-
it’s weight unbearable,
yet refusing to fall
over the grounds as
droplets of tear.

When comes the next morning
the wind has blown,
but where do they go – really?
Don’t they return
till they fall over the grounds?


It sometimes happens as it does,
you come running,
your clock ticking of lateness
as you see the elevator on the floor
ready to move up.

It’s where you are.
‘0’ reads it’s electronic meter,
you press the button to
let it stop – as if anything stops for anyone
including machines.
But alas! it leaves
it’s doors already sealed.

‘1’ reads it’s screen,
and you know you’ve missed it by seconds.

There’s a staircase
by the side,
gruesome is the idea of flights,
but well, it’s faster than
waiting for the machines to
take you by surprise.


They say shards are among

the things that cut

through your defenses

rending your castles futile.

Then why do we hold one

in our hands in our palms so unsteady?

Why are there shards all over,

some that cut through earthen lines,

some other through beating instruments?