The little things we leave behind and the many things we take away
Bustling around
to sightsee
or just taking a moment
to breathe.
Everyone’s
curious to see:
what will this place
reveal about me?
Souvenirs
I sit with my souvenirs
sprawled across the floor.
Not the postcards and magnets,
bought from some store.
But the ones I collected
from mountains and sea shores.
An Ode to Hampi
Oh, what are the odds?
Of your work,
that you carved, sculpted and perfected,
being mere pillars
that people, years later,
just walk past.
A Night of Light, with You
We’ll sit all night to see
the fireflies fill the air.
Like a shower of confetti, swirling.
Till morning greets us, without a care.
