1.MORNING
When night approaches her journey’s end,
A silky screen she draws to fend;
And, like a destitute tattered pawn,
Hides herself behind the handsome dawn.
The sun appears in his baby’s hue,
Showering kisses on virgin dew.
The zephyr, as light as a beloved’s veil,
Caresses my soul and makes me kneel.
When heavenly blessings descend and soar,
In enthralled exuberance, more and more:
In that moment of nascent state,
Inspiration flutters like a bird in the cage.

2.NOON
Clouds, gray and dark, cast their eyes,
From out of the overcast skies,
On the flower-like face
Of rare beauty and grace.
Like sensuous moths they descend to seek
The snow-capped serene mountain peak.
With unabashed stare, in lustful glare,
The majestic sun does too admire
The smooth and charming mountain spire.
Then, as the silver starts glowing;
Winds, all and sudden, come ablowing.
The snow melts and drips: drip, drip, drip;
The streams, like serpents, begin flowing.
Tinkling notes of music surge,
Soothing sounds of opera emerge;
Sheets of water jump, jerk, and enjoy;
Rivers run down the slopes in ecstatic joy!

3.EVENING
The setting sun advancing eve,
Dancing fire on the ripply view;
Blazing cups for the ocean’s lips,
Marigold moon on the cactus night;
Throbbing stars on the spherical height.
Fleeting fragrance on the shore
Suspended on the wind-swept floor.
Subdued whispers near the dunes;
Around the dunes the breezy tunes.
Sitting close to a big black stone,
Less like a beggar, more like a sage,
A person old and cold with age:
His only possession, lo! Behold,
Perhaps costlier than tons of gold,
A bowl, an empty pauper’s bowl!

4.NIGHT
That dimly lit golden glimmer
Of inviting smile on those lips:
O alluring gray eyed beauty,
With blinking star-bedecked necklace,
And, glowing moon on your forehead;
I get going to think of you!
Though I have seen you several times
On those beaches after sunset,
I would swear my craving for you
Never did decrease in its pull.
So, I keep waiting from noon at
Puri or Gopalpur-on-sea,
For sunlight reaching its autumn;
So that I could slowly move out,
And make way to my Shangri-La:
To get engrossed and be with you,
Till after eleven in the night.