bittersweet the mogras

coffee shop -

the flavour of her voice

in every sip                          / Gautam

bittersweet the mogras

sold by the schoolgirl          / Brijesh

lingering over

the evening rush hour -

summer sun                      / Raamesh

bleeding from the barbed wire

the coat you wore last winter  /Paresh

nothing left behind

except that last

goodbye                          / Rohini

I step into the morrow

of my dreams                / Gautam

from the tulip garden

stolen petals

and kisses                   / Brijesh

bridal veil the colour

of magic on her lips       / Raamesh

with cross stitches

we add a full moon

to the night sky            / Paresh

sketched in pen and ink

the group all smiles    / Rohini

(Published in Whispers)