Ripples

Remember the ripples

that made loquacious shapes

on the taciturn lake!

The boats carried dim lights

The moon suffered a miscarriage

The wind walked in slowly like a thief

We were frozen

in a moving world

like an iceberg

in the middle of an ocean

In your eyes was

the warmth of three winters

The sky shivering

And I surrendered

(First published in Dance of the Peacock: An Anthology of Indian English Poetry)