‘Abre Los ojos, open your eyes,’ she said, ‘rise and shine.’ Another day, another day with coffee mug and news paper slowly I pulled the drapes to the sides horizon, the dawn gracefully matures to an exquisite sunrise Another cup of coffee maybe, but, she would say, ‘don’t drink too much…

Whiff of fragrance passed by and I started drifting, I started, I was, I’s … She strode into the golden sunlight, the rays falling on her soft naked skin turned so pure, I heard her asking if I could remember the day we met, and I said, ‘it was the night…

Rickshaw at Sudder Street… Met him for the first time when I was 5, or may be 6 years old. He was a dehati(1) from Bihar, in a half folded bluish dhoti/lungi(2). The sweaty, almost discolored (or white turned into dirty cream color), and loosely worn fatua(3), was sticking to…

My brisk walk along the pier tenderly interrupted with the glistering shine in her unsettling sparkling eyes … Shivering cold, chilly night, and the moon lit up mysterious on her face I stood there, with my feet glued to the sidewalk … I could have said you are the one I was waiting for eternity Just stood there, silent, enlightened; and everything illuminated … — at The Piers, San Francisco.

Let not tonight’s tranquil embrace you in slumber, Go to the rooftop, stand there with your reflection listen to the silence of your breath. How far is it? someone is above this floor another above that and so on… Going through all those stories, it would be dawn to reach the rooftop. Instead, go out to the river bank and listen to the moans of the ripples. Stand there, under the darkest sky reach out to the stars vanishing far beyond like a fireflies …