To the Lover on Another Mountain in the Himalayas

Blossoms of violets
As far as the eyes could see
rarity in 'coketowns' of the world,
in 'magnetic mountains of shadowy wo[men]


The breeze in its moist swish
gives each petal a flick
A jar of pollens in the air
rub strands of hair

Smudges the kohl of his eyes
in my memories' paradise.


(Written in Lachung, Sikkim for a flower in the hills of Mussoorie)