Skip to main content


Showing posts from February, 2015


I take care while dusting my balcony, I find cocoons at places. Unhindered in their molting, there were few leaves eaten yet this beauty in numbers I guess. I leave then trimming the fresh leaves too in a quiet bunch.

some grit
on the floor the wind
has no shape

A Bit of Sun

A month breaking the signature of the past, a shriveling winter or just the thought of it. Now and then, I look at my surroundings for that missing cold breeze and the one moving the garden plants in soft undulation is yet holding my inhibition to give away the last coat of warmth.

feburary sun
the fallen pods swim
on a thin water film