Hey, it’s Chaitanya

  • yellow umbrellas
    against dubious customs
    walk the city streets

  • during the exam
    pen in mouth, looking outside
    his feet shaking fast

  • perishing winter
    muffled in her mother’s arm
    baby drools and sleeps

  • we human beings
    with sight, sound, touch, taste and smell
    in pain and pleasure

  • village of the mist
    above the rushing water
    humbled by the fall

  • forlorn water drop
    falling from the high rooftop
    becomes a puddle

  • together in red
    smile, meet, hug, eat, talk, love, kiss
    time flies with the wind