wilting tulips
before I discard them
I admire them again

all the fancy salons
he chooses
the backstreet barber

(Singapore 2005)

high on the ferris wheel
my camera captures
a moment of life

first day at work
not wanting to step on
the pristine snow

Sangeet

some snow
resting a while
on my worn wooden chimes

sun, hailstones, snow, sun
his face
peering through the window


Sangeet

spring sunshine
plums on my window sill
a deeper red