We were such friends; but Life was such

We met after a long time 

in a dream, the dream 

that lasted a night long 

we spoke, and we spoke of things 

that had occurred to us, and that

we just thought had occurred 

she asked, where my whims were gone

I said, gone, and long gone 

with the western wind gone wild 

she asked, where my thrills were gone 

I said, washed, and washed out 

in the ravelling skeins of a ceaseless rain, 

she asked, where my laughter was gone 

I said, drawn, and withdrawn 

into the caves of a crazy understanding

she asked, where my smile was gone 

I then smiled a smile in vain

lo, woken up was I from the dream,

And she was gone, gone without a word

a paleness fading into a stubborn light: 

I'd wanted to ask her all the same

 And then Life keeps changing, so do friends and so do I. . .

It's all the same, we're all the same...yet another.

GULMOHAR

GULMOHAR

In the

falling rains,

a gulmohar blooms

into my moody skies,

bleeding its red grief
across the white layers
of some cloudy retreats
swathing memories of
cerise sun-stains
of all those

days past

In the

rain-swept

blossoms, I see the

splendour of a new

spring, holding promise

for many a skies, across

and beyond the hills

that borders my

tiny world

here...