Profit

the veins
on the back
of the arm
of a rickshaw
puller
have
risen
like flags
fluttering
in the
useless
wind
gaining on
the day
by
inches

woman bathing
roadside buffaloes
    we too get wet!

turbans in Mewar
  look
like Sunsets

Gentle time

Sitting naked,
by the drying lake
pecking at stones

listening to the watchman's radio
while he sleeps
the stray dog yawns

sun about to rise-
the drunks
are fetching another bottle

in and out
of smoke clouds
the moon - Samsara!

bullocks in haryana
chewing
green election flags

monkeys stand in lines
on electric fences
they know, a joke
will hit them
lets die smiling...

jumping-
from one cable
to another  this moon!

Naked child
wearing a garland
   -footpath spring

mexican oleanders-

sleeping on the ground

too much of spring

The contours of birth and death

Let death be
Ahead
Let death be
happy