'Vasanta - Grishma – Varsha – Shishir – Vasanta' is a poetry of movement on Spring – Summer – Monsoon – Winter - Spring.

With hope, I see around. A new beginning marks its start. Spring is about blossoming.

With fate burning down my words, silence remains. When everything burns under the scorching sun, voice is parched. This summer within kindles conflicts, makes all arid.

Somber eyes like pregnant clouds wait to burst upon my skin as I long for your touch.

A winter evening, peeping through windows in skyscrapers, into lives; I see people; cosmetic, distanced, from nature or themselves. I question, does this mirror lie or fantasize; or does it expose my masks. ?

Every night sees the day, newness springs into our lives. Spring is not just about blooming, but also fading away. As the wheel of time turns, it brings my end. I blossom only to wither away.