what will sum up the vain search,
dark eyes and desires of darker hairs will not
dilute my love
said the Kali
to timeless spirit of demon
always struggling to assert
possess and not leave
the tightly held
embrace of eager yet impatient
designs
of a dead tree
trunk of it was old
wrinkled bark
had cracked
but then under its shade
few flowers could still bloom
and the birds chirp
what if
there was no one with whom
one could sip
the nectare of moon
deserted by the loss of gravity
where has gone all its shine
why is it silent
have clouds devoured
the sap
of rain drops
curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration