Empty walls

A kite and a crow's nest

Are almost all that remain

On the peepul's branches

Before the new leaves arrive

So much of the blue sky

Can now be seen behind it

But the bareness of the tree

Is like the vast empty walls

Of a house you just moved into

Before memories can be mounted

As if touched by this thought

A passerby who has found out

About his own transience

Returns to stand barehearted 

Before the bareheaded giant

Asking why man cannot stay.

Eyes

The eyes cannot stop seeing

Even when it is time to sleep

Cannot let go of the scenes

Seen through the day's travel

The trees flow past in rows

Sometimes with flowers

Sometimes wearing none

Greenery is never tiresome

Impatient colours join in

Want to be seen all together

That we can't tell which is which

One shade from the other

The hills cannot be left behind

Come dancing around us

Asking how they look now

When blue they were from far

The lure of heaven is in its distance

What is easily had is evanescence

Summer

 March is the month of falling leaves

When trees shed the old for the new

With the sun ending its unilateral truce 

And renewing its hostilities in a new year

It's war again in every exam-bound school 

As teachers marshal their students for

The final do-or-die battle that will decide

Whether they will get educational nirvana

On the streets the primal struggle goes on

The vendors of water melons are back

Their tricycles parked at vantage corners

The pink slices make the thirsty thirstier

The earth and sea cannot bear to see

The people suffer, soon whip up clouds

That set the heat-cold cycle in play again

Summer comes but trailing monsoon rain.