New song

new song on guitar
moon at the window
the only witness

The breadseller

In the nearby village,

songs of death,

horn of the bread seller.

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.