Where the sun goes down steadily

                                                         Pitaji at Arpita's home on Holi- year 2014.

I start I understand

And then I do all over again

I follow in difficulties

The things that cannot be

Still I begin, where I end-

Over multiple attempts

Alone I let pass

The red, the yellow

The sky lined with shades

Sometimes orange-

I shall wait

For just this to happen

By the running street

Where the sun goes down steadily

Until it be, infinite times.

Buried regrets

                                                                       Kerala, October 2013.

Buried regrets haunt
When I walk by the building only half lit
Lone man bending over the keyhole on the side that the statue hides-
Half-moon, past midnight living half his life,

As a crow would contemplate sitting on a branch
Which could only be a tall grass
Sinking of an aeroplane, spiralling up and then down
There is something sure about,

Beautiful Alzheimer-
Appearing, disappearing and finally found.

(Note: the buiding here refers to the main IISc building and the statue to Tata statue in front)