The Juror Parking

palatial place
park-house pace
the moon plays hide-and-seek beyond the twigs
of the wintry trees
the fish in the fish-pond rises to resip the
air of the luminescent mists
arti goes to temple to pray and please the
Gods and Goddesses made of empty,solid,stony
concrete
what we believe,the same we keep
beneath the veils of beliefs an infinite
virgins cry and weep
the wicker extinguishes giving out peace
the pictorial Parul awaits impatiently for
her lover,Ujjol,kiss
the cars in the Juror Parking are all standin
still
I watch the Sky gather mists and myths as I
wait for my Parul,underlying the canopy of
love,life,kiss,belief