August evening—
the earth was rain-soaked,
and the sky ablaze.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
August evening—
the earth was rain-soaked,
and the sky ablaze.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia






Soft April showers
trees in early bloom
catch raindrops.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia

The moon –
a numinous guide
for the poetic musings
of my soul. ~ Meeta Ahluwalia
