"To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks."

Ruskin Bond

Where I Live

There was a life that you lived once..

in the comfort of hills

and my arms.

Romancing to the music of night

bluemoths and the fireflies..

were like you and me.

The clouds came so close

it rained into our verandah..

and you would dance.

I still live there

in the hills and clouds..

with bluemoths and the fireflies.

Unfelt

Not in love

Naked in bed,

She wondered 

What came first,

Loneliness or lust.

Fly

In the clouds that once rained,
I want to fly.

Let us grow wings my fellow traveller,
or hitch a ride with the birds.

In the last horizon, the clouds sleep;
let us fly.

Aromatic Chants

There is an aroma in the mountains that remains in the heart of a man. Aromatic Chants.. thats what a friend called it.. and it is about the closest.

Rajnigandha

A fragrance that fluttered

into the wings of light

travelled from the stars

into the flowers of night.

Rain!

Sweet nothings playing in the heart

The sound of glass filled with rain

I smile at the wind as it carries earth

I laugh with the clouds, some say insane!

A Longing

Once it rains
I will sing you songs
of dehradun
and the leechi trees.

We have lived far for long
far from the mountains
and a river
that overflows in the monsoons.

This year let us return
to the mountains
to dehradun
once it rains.