I am sitting with my day.
Orange crane moves masses
Outside my window.
Bangalore sky hanging over
Cemented roots.
My heart is unsure.
Tepid coffee and burning thoughts
Of death
Of life.
What will i do next?

The children are asleep.
My other love has flown away.
For now i sit rudderless.
The cut, ripe, orange papaya
Reminds me of what could be.
Shakti eludes me.
She is waiting for my
undivided presence.
She will bloom from my navel
When i am ready.