Idli n Coffee

Warbler asleep. Winter chill drops by

humming a new melody.

Dews tickle the toes and draw a sigh.

But back in the kitchen pressure cooker chugs.

And soon the idlis roll spiced with steam.

Hot cup of filtered coffee.

The old pals chat before the first beam.

The Painter

The sun throws light over the subject.
The fiery mountaintops
heave and roll along the river bed.
Would a brush tame the wild green bush with new paint?
Artist fills the sheets with a figure,
in all fullness sprawled across,
and the dusk sets in to empurple.