Once a part of (a/the) tree integral made to feel as if the life of the tree depends/ depended on it Taking in the rains, the sunshine...

Among the kings undying and philosophers tireless Girted by great thinkers and some doers As comfortable and in place, just as much in...

Sauntering between epic and lyric at times plotted, at times undecided Acts, overtures, soliloquy and score props, tenor tuned to bravo...

What if I do not exist Beyond the firmament of your mind What if I am that Welkin Which you seem to see and even poemise Yet can't hold...

Tomorrow is better always Yesterday a nightmare undreamt Today is to toil incessant Moments becoming serfs to ambitions inane Lives...

Laughing at the dreams unfulfilled A plane, a boat or a swan half-bent made out of the paper on which once sprawled my stories and poems...

Unbeaten by weather Unbattered by years Centuries cast aside like plaything Bearing witnesss to the trifles of wars and famine Waiting in...

It can take you places as yet undiscovered On journeys far off and unchartered Empower you to stay unfazed in the face of a tempest and...

The fangs fiercest the biggest of jaws the fastest of feet to chase and the sharpest of eyes to escape surviving each and more as they...

If I were to open my eyes in the middle of a street after a long sojourn blindfolded Tacky squares, garden-variety gardens Helpless tress...

I am learning Learning to withhold the urge The urge to jump (up) to his help The urge to wake him up so he doesn't miss the bus (again)...

From the many drops of rain that left the skies and did not make it to the earth, a brook or a river Some caught on the boughs unawares...

From animals to anemones, Vertebrates to invertebrate, shedding the spine out of sheer dysuse Spine that was gained over eons of efforts...

Waxing and waning chasing the waves Ebbing the tidings within the freedom of ignorance and fetters of knowing Eclipsed at times at times...

Stretched against the purple sky Hands shrivelled as if Nestled amid friends that have survived the autumn The web of bare branches not...

After almost two weeks of flying out of it The jetlag seems to finally loosen its grip and let me root yet again to the skies I chose to...

From this to the next day, hour or moment Each that you behold and all that you don't Will have grown old by a day, hour or moment The...

Waxing and waning through many phases from none to full, a gibbous, a crescent or at times a sliver mere, to mark its presence No...

Striding ahead of me slinking behind at times Crawling coy some hesitant eves disappearing without a trace most nights Sharing the...

Fluid in appearances Stealthy of intentions Walking high on the stilts righteousness reaching the skies Wit crawling the will shrewd and...