(To A_i_y)
As your delicate finger tips
Strums the strings of
the Veena…
…cries from supple sorrow
In a desolate dark blue sky
…………far away
Shines a lonesome star
Time to time
Heart desires
Anticipates
Hopes

Infertile barren earth
Yearns fresh
Flowing
Springs

Time to time
Heart ruffles
Longs for
Everlasting comfort

In a bush full of thorns
Blossoms and dangles a flower

U are
The dark dash of pain
The quenches my heart
(The Veena)

You may not know
How the strings
May yearn for the touch of your delicateness;
But the dry arid letters
Typed full of silly typeface
Must be menacingly familiar to you
Fromn the outset
My initial
I, my name, me
Many a times
Must have bothered sensitive emotionality
Through your laptop screen
As you ignore me politely
Laughing from within at my irrationality
When you read this stupidity
I am overwhelmed with your evasive embrace
And, my heart filled with shame
Delete move to recycle bin…