without a paint brush

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Bare fingers,

fresh paints,

make love in canvas.

In the river bank (Scene II)

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Dropping from the bamboo leaf
Droplets of spring dew,
Tickle in the river.

In the river bank (Scene I)

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The Pink rose,
very pretty.
Says the mirroring water,
Not me.

Jatra Jingle.

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The accidental luck
to get stuck,
in the jamm when we drove
in the thimi chowk,
that seem chaos,
with chorus so loud,
orangey dust or sindhur that they call,
happen to colour all,
and to precise, when
they put a tika on me,
I blend in,
In the jatra
and Suddenly,
Saturday was not Silent anymore.
Then,
when phone rang with brother,
yelling demanding the “chayauu
we got stuck in jamm dai…..”kya jauu“.
the shopkeeper was generous to discount on every item,
and so was the traffic dai,,
Stoned!!!
They or I??? me (whatever)…
hangover guys…
no,  not drunk, but must be that turbid water that went down…(unaware of course)
but all okez, coz it was “jatra” in thimi ko town.

This morning

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Early morning, I heard
Cuckoo singing and
Soon roar a whistling wind, rain drops more loud.
I cuddled up in bed.
waking up next minute,
the leaves were glowing green,
in the golden rays ,
raindrops pearled,
in the clover again,
poor orange buds,
but
fell in the mud,
with fragrance still alive in the air,
sweet breeze
blew my frizzy hair,
making them tangle,
in my face,
I wished a lover’s eye when
splashing the water in my face,
Then,
I felt the spring,  in  heart.
ever young!!!
And again,
Cuckoo coos “Kafal Pakyo
And again I  write ,
yeah about the same breeze, clover,
spring and flower,
but Don’t blame me,
please ,
for I can’t help…they pose pretty,
and  bribe me…
the same clover patches and same plum trees,
amusement I can’t hide.

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Irony

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Searching a lost ring,

in a clover ground,

I find Four leaf clover,

Lucky (???)

Ruining Rain

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why the roaring, why the lightening?
spring madness or is it monsoon already?
wait it can’t be..
for I still have to feel the summer,
so please let the sun shine,
clear and bright.
Rain, you can wait,
for you fall every time,
if not from the sky,
then from our eyes.

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