The Axe

In the woods,

silent in morning meditation,

knocks of axe.

Summer Tea

summer evening breeze,

empty cup of tea,

trembles.

Tamarind

Through the blur of tears,

I see the Tamarinds,

hanging on the tree.

-Megha

Blind Spot

Blind Spot,

A discourse,

Now visible.

Dinner with God

power cut,

an unplanned walk,

temple prasad, the dinner.

Buddha and the Guitar

Joyous Moment

broke,

clearing laundry,

a 100 rupee note.