कर्म

आदमी जो कहता है, आदमी जो करता है,
ज़िन्दगी भर वो सदायें पीछा करती हैं!

Schnee

Tiny flakes lit by street lamps,
Powder under the feet, on the coat, on the head
Cottony wisps coming at you but stopped short by the wind-screen
Coolness melting in the palms, on the cheeks,
Outdoor tables loaded with perfect pristine circular cakes,
White vastness everywhere.