Moment

We hold still to avoid the camera shake
As drum tries to catch the  girl’s dance.

Night sheds, in the winter of our time,
Leaf slowly falling its yellow moment.

We hold still, shaking camera in hand,
In a shaking body, to catch a moment.

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Beauty on the sly

The reader of my words has all the years.
In his mornings of darkness he will read
Meaning in half told tales, guess contexts

To craftily make beauty in the assembly.
If moves away from truth, let him do so,
Because he is making beauty on the sly.

Stone houses

Stones are houses against silences,
Against the eerie midnight ghosts
Who roam the night’s arid wastes.

Stones are not houses against time,
Against a night when village leaves
Holding head high against tyranny.

(Kuldhara is a ghost village near Jaisalmer abandoned overnight, in 19th century, by its residents to escape the tyranny of a ruling Minister who threatened to take the Chief’s daughter by force)