112

morning coffee
invites
silent dialogue of
half-opened
eyes and hearts

111

Time,
almighty determiner
wipe off a face of woe
in memories
stay in weal

110

the watercolour sky
brings
a pot of memories
tingling sensation
at the back of my eyes

109

filling gaze
penetrating silence
momentary hesitation
in every move
intangibles touch the essence of being

108

choked
in the lingering scent
of the last day of spring
cherry petals
are squashed
on the busy drive

107

scent of lavender
was smeared over
weary spine
with a little
holiness of affection

106

in the reflection
of the green domain
butterfly sips
the nectar of
metaphysical florets