My garden

                                                                DQ-20, IISc Bangalore

Conversations flowed
So smooth
About houses, finances and food
I forgot, when and where
I was lost, before I knew;

The landscapes flew
One after the other
Fast and faster
Deep and darker
Near and farther;

A beautiful imagery
Until it drew
My garden
Somewhere there
That waits, too.

Making friends

                                        At Fort Funston- (dog beach in San francisco)

She sat there, always
For the doors to open,
And when they did

She could jump

Only a little

before resting again;

Anticipation was a joy

Not only to her,

It made up for

Others life as well,
A relationship as simple

Of wait and assurance. 

A journey

                                         Twin peaks, San Francisco- July 2013.

Today, a journey
Is after a week,
Next, tomorrow-
And then,
It is past;

So it is with life.