Festival of Lights

Somewhere along a darkened corridor
Flicker three desolate candle flames.
Ridiculous in their festiveness,
Fairylights twinke away in vain.

Who's way do these candles light
Along the dark, eerie corridors?
Only one person remains tonight
In this empty building with padlocked doors.

The Diya Dance

On a sultry October night
Under the darkened skies
And fickle flickering starlight
Dance four hundred fireflies.

Flutterby

An illustration for my friend Preetha's poem.
To read the poem, go to:
http://therandomworldofmissbiyani.blogspot.com/

(For Preetha, Love Always.)

Mental Snapshot

Vishakhapatnam (Vizag) is built at the point where the Eastern Ghats run right into the sea. The drive down from Vizag to Rishikonda Beach is one of the most picturesque drives you can ever imagine. On your left, all you see is a lush green hill. On your right, the slope drops down, somewhat steeply, to a golden beach. Clear sky and clear water blur into one another at the horizon, blue mirroring blue, till they look like one entity. Even now, I remember it.

(One of my fond memories of our family holiday to Vizag, Sept/Oct 2005.)