Hunted/ Hunter (Shadow)

Hunger as intense as chase,
night when hunter stalked.
Longer eluded trail that blazed.
Fright conquered, prey baulked.

Kanha

Makhan dripped from the matki hung above,

hungry turned the eyes twinkled with mischief.

When the river bathed gopis with love,

He whisked away the clothes- a prank, a tease.

The Pandavas lost all in a gamble,

His presence halted a shameful disrobe.

Then came the time of preordained battle,

tricked the Kauravas, rightful side He chose.

Now the warriors were shielded with wisdom

against a mighty army of unjust.

When surveyed the foes, Arjun stood frozen.

Would a fight against gurus, kins be just?

Then Krishna enlightened the path unknown.

Pandavas thus armed, and the conch was blown.

Woman/Wine (Shadow)

Calls she if times sorrower-

sponger that I am.

Sobs invite and tempts kindle her.

bearer unveils glam.

Champagne

Here it lies so docile and casked

awaiting a chance to woo,

and display the fire that is masked.

Like an emotion bottled up, unshaken.

But when the bubbles rise, the cork pops-

a molten lava bursts through.

Kindles all senses with sparkling drops.

Swing

Feet dangled, long hair brushed the tiled floor.

When winds whooshed through the windows,

back and forth I swung with outstretched toes.

A purple dawn reigned as the sunlight streamed in.

Nature donned a colourful art piece.

A quiet lake, the hills rolled.

Swing - a pendulum of memories.

The Violnist

On the bridge of a railway station,

head bowed immersed in music-

violinist in meditation.

Notes hushed in this place awash with human rush.

Most seem unaware of his presence.

Some drop a coin once a week,

and those who pause are his audience.

The Yellow Flowers

From afar I see the yellow beds

over the road that goes deep.

But not before I scent their freshness.

Scattered they lie, and smile at each passer-by.

I wonder where would they look sweeter-

in a vase or on a street?

Then a girl braids her hair with a flower.