Vain are the ways of words,
I wish I knew how to walk on this
Disrobe the moment of its covers,
what is left is meanings without words,
self or others
Tears are rivers in which boats of desires
are allowed to lose their way

curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration

so far away
you come from
o sand miner
deepening the heart of river
now that it flows faster
but holding lesser
what can you do
o sand miner
you have to mine sand
so what if time can not withstand
this onslaught
all that is offered
so generously by the flow here
what can you do
but u have to live
river also wants to live

loops of life
so what
if there so much strife
when did she pause
when did she ask
if it mattered at all
because
loops of life
so what if there is so much strife
let me drink the nectar
at your feet, O kaali
once again
without a let
and go
i will stay here
so what
if these loops of life
spawn
so much of strife
u asked me to sleep that day
i didn’t
today i want to
but i can’t
not that sleep eludes me
but i have to walk
work and
talk
with myself
stay there 
dont tell me
a twisted tale
o traveller
i have heard many already
but tell me
why did you let
that creeper slip away
from your hold
which was crawling close
to close
the gap
between what is
and ought to be