The moon peeped through the Bel leaves
running after my moving car
And I with a childs wonder
kept staring at him-
the white moon,circled with a double halo.
Slowly I slipped into a deep slumber.

Mornings in varanasi are serene
The tolling of bells and music in between
The air smell of incense sticks and tilaka
coupled by the charisma of Rudraksha.

Standing in those steps
I couldn't help but stare
at the mighty celestial Ganga Maa
Flowing before me in all her glory
The...