He said

"Sufferings
have become countless"
said grandpa.
How does one stay alone
when there were two
in this house?
Breathing has become
a thing to thank fate for.

Hyderabad

Monsoon

Kerala-II

Kerala

 

Depart

Depart and leave
the smell of cardamom behind.
Leave behind
The moist gooseberry breath
let the air cave in and collapse
into a void, so that I may walk
the free streets of tomorrow
and taste the sweet blossoming past.

Elsewhere

People,
fate flings them away,
to work in similar air conditioned cubicles
and walk streets selling
alien sweets.
They stand under different skies
and stare a different faces.
While we stay right here,
our eyes full of colored dreams.