And a poem of mine was put up on Muse India's website :)

From my rectangle box window panel

which the aircraft instructed me to keep open,

draped in diaphanous white muslin fog,

the world beneath resembles

a topographic sheet.

As we descend and ascent through the clouds

resembling  chunks of snow

floating in the icy blue sky,

beneath, blue curves around green swathes,

mounts brown and then the sudden crescents,

like a model you made

and painted in school cutting

out thermacol sheets

and crayoning in copper blues and mustard yellows .

But somewhere among the silvery dots,

the clusters, the cities,

I have left my everything

in a flat fading away like a freckle

where my love resides.