as the fire burns
so the rain is born
and slowly the earth uncoils,
 again

in search of a breathing earth, 
the child opens her eyes
held close by dried up tears

the earth recoils, again
at the sight of the burnt up pain in her eyes
this is where the fire burns!

the child recedes back
at the sight of a falling earth,
she has nowhere to go...

the earth is falling
the earth is failing
the earth is crying: 
donot rape a child again!

date with modern art on a rainy afternoon

surreptitiously,
i slide my hands on the red you have painted on the canvass
and try to figure out its shape - hidden by the green
sometime it feels like spring
and sometime, like blood in the battle field

i want to know definitely
what is it i am touching
blood of a bird that died in the spring?
or a red rose, just kissed by the green

you tell me, its modern art
i am allowed to feel what i want

maybe
i want to feel nothing today

and then you tell me - 
if that is so, 
today, your painting is about nothing