The woods crowded
under my umbrella
Tears from the cities..
       falling

Poem

For Manik Sharma


When I was a kid
I had wondered
What made the kids
Now that I know
I don't feel any better

A casual poem

You stood there like an empty window and it was

too much to bear yes i saw you secretly

sweat a humid June poem   right there 

but i'll  stay mum   till i say hello

  and then? 

         and then?

 today in the city      everything is

                                                   skidding and wet

                    again

           

               (it is raining)

 and soon one grows sick of justifications

  and the logic  in particular   for ex.

   

    (who needs duckback shoes when you can stay in ..)

             

       clack  clack  clack

          
          you did and left

and now

i am left    alone      midnite

               making  gates

moving  in

              and out 

of you