one of those days

WHEN I DO NOTHING

BUT FEEL EVERYTHING AND ALL

STARING AT MY DESK AND THE BROWN WALL

Just one of those days...

Laagi Tum se Preet

Marubihaag today.
Shredding sorrow
(or restlessness?)
into fine gentle pieces,
moving around my matter
like dust in the sun...
-Junuka



Bandish
Laagi Tumse preet
piharava
nisdin mora jiya rahe
udaas...
Begi aavo darashan deejo
asuvan zarat boondan boond

Blue stuff

Thick of things

from 1 to 2

at 3 in the night
after an endless journey and everything odd
from city 1 to city 2
from table1 to table 2
from face 1 to face 2
feeling very small almost invisible
trying to know why
what is it
who is it
where is it
and
why?

While Eveninging

On the shore of a slowly flowing tamraparni(red river)
and waving yellow grass
we sit on a rock
with couple of your words..
and my old saree

magnificent red evening unfolds ..

(Adapted from

'Tambesanj'by Indira Sant)