ramesh anand
distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
peak hour…
a flock of sparrows pass
the evening moon
autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf
holding on
with what she left behind
winter moon
uphill walking
she takes me into
winter clouds
a family
of birds in the nest…
will my dream
in meditation
reach her broken heart?
father poses
in his first suit
of lifelong desire-
lightness of being him
in my wedding
my child cries
and waves her hand
at our argument-
in the rain shower
moonless night