Rainbow Surfing

A seven coloured arc paints the sky.

With a long surfboard in hand,

a small boy muses a rainbow ride

as his golden quest dawns on the horizon-

“ Seagulls, fly me to this shining bow,

and slide me over the band,

before its magic wanes or I grow”.

Goa

Over the roaring waves the jet skis vroom.

Maujheele samunder mein mach gayi dhoom.

Oiled bare backs and the noon sun simmers.

Nange pange logo ki bujhe na taras.

Music fills the shacks as food and wine flow.

Dil to jhume yaha mausam jo bhi ho.

Long night gears up at the fall of dusk.

Goa ab jhalke har ek jaam mein mast.

Cold (Haiku)

Icy wind lashes
now wood and fur to cut down-
somewhere snowed in heaps

Phoo

Empty cup lies on the window sill.

Crumpled sheets cry every night,

and the well-thumbed books remain dust filled.

Emotions flare and your absence I can’t bear-

But the despairs fall on deaf ears.

In wait, trudges the long night

when Phoo, my old maid, disappears.