Is there a path
From you to yourself,
Can the house
Look for itself elsewhere,
...
The wind in the palm tree
Outside my balcony
Sounds like rain,
The quartz clock
...
There is a night
You do not want to end
Like the one before you leave your home
For the wedding with a stranger
...
Above the loud hoardings
Stoking a thousand desires
The trees stand
Tall and clear
...
Silence is not always consent
It could be a loss of words
Even a loss of faith in words
Perhaps, a pause, for something else
...
We, devotees, were asked
To go through a metal detector,
Frisked for belt-bombs
Our bags were searched
...
Kuyil
All day long
I keep hearing
The kuyil's song
Though the sun is searing
And no breeze blows
All's not lost
The bird knows
About your poem ''DALMATIAN'': [..] taking one single moment of a personal experience, [..] IT speaks about a universal reality.. A VERY GOOD POEM. Thanks for sharing, Prabhakar Greetings from Italy