from the aircraft
a tiny speck of house
i call my home
50th wedding day
a measured silence
in their gestures
first rain . . .
the scent of crushed greens
during anulom vilom
temple chants . . .
one lakh lamps flicker
with the drum beats
Indian Rhinoceros
in a reedy grass pond
the rocks shine
village well
a screechy bucket wakes up
the neighbourhood
bathroom singing
the Sound of Music
down the drain
Reiki
the universal energy
floored in me
dung-splattered street
an ektara tunes
the godhuli
still winter rain
the rhythmic sound of knuckles