The Light bends as It touches your face, And travels through The space A thousand years Around the time, A thousand years And on. You smile silently, And I see a shy Cosmic ripple Through the sky. But sometimes, I
Somewhere in the hills, some day past: The entire house is made of bamboo and wooden planks except the ceiling which is covered with a tin sheet. These cottages stand amidst a dense greenery of trees, bushes, flower hedges and
I didn’t know how far the moon was Till I started building up a space rocket From scratch. Even though she looks me in the eye Every night, I have to find nut-bolts and engine Shims and metal, Fuel, plastic
It’s simple Wet it in a bucket of lukewarm water. First, cut it, Then, crush it, Powder it, And piece it. Grain it, And grind it, And lo! Here’s my broken heart For you.
I feel this sadness Coursing through my veins Throbbing in the blood Hear it now! It’s noisy At micro level. Is something wrong with The wiring? Or has the heart started Pumping sad thoughts?
Mostly it’s a space-time bubble When we meet- Our ages: some random integers, Our location: some random GPS setting, Our getup: one from some random novel. Rain, hail, snow or air – The Met department couldn’t get it. We meet