it rains butterflies
in an empty stomach
to furnish leftover blank spaces
to cast a spell
over sad moments
a laughter wipes tears
cooked and smoked
over burning charcoal of a heart
a duck paddles over calm waters
to assist chicks
disciplined yet blown by wind
warm invisible hands
caress shoulders all through
while tired feet await solace
dipped in warm lake water
that orange ball high up
merges into gray
to make way for
yet another crescent moon…
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.
