End of Morning raga

Non essential love survives 

in friction,

" Lakhsman Rekha"

multiplies Loneliness

day by day

day by day

That word is not said

the day comes to an end,

Heart bleeds with  Bhupali raga,

At the sunset

emptiness spreads to the horizon.

That word is not heard,

Night ends hand in hand 

with Bhairabi raga,

Tearful humming goes to sleep.

agonising " WAIT "

lives with hope

with the fragrant morning air.