Travelling With Time
Aboard a ship, I am travelling with Time,
Noiselessly and unannounced.
The route is crowded, on it
Events unfold rapidly to keep me engaged.
A Part Of My Side Of A Phone Conversation
Murti, I heard you bought a car,
Is it a new one?
Oh! It is the new Ciaz,
I found her standing on the Ellis Bridge
Across the Sabarmati
She had promised she would be there
Once the Poets' weekly meet was over
The Moon And I
Why not invite the Moon to visit me,
Have a close look at me,
Notice things I haven't in my mirror.
For long hours I have stood at the door,
Opposite my window
Stands a large tree, old and many-branched,
On these branches come to roost
Birds of many kinds;
‘Father! Tell me. Am I made of clay? '
‘Yes, my dear, you are.'
‘But water runs off my arms and legs
It does not wash the clay,