milky way

nolen gur …
the warm taste of winter
on my tongue


ferrying clouds
the boatman
bursts into raga malhar


her flushed cheeks
when she catches him staring
a glowing angeethi


the tart taste
of childhood memories
raw mangoes


a little girl
on her brother’s shoulders –
the Rath Yatra rolls by


darkest hour…
Kali’s smile
in the diya