Reliving memoirs

Buds blossoming in May
Float over clear cold lake ripples
Behind the line of drying socks...
With every gust of wind
This stranger comes closer
A determined sparrow
and some green melons split open
Only this city rave pricks within the seeds of the dusty woods
Fragrant blossoms remain
Hovering snowflakes
As the sun goes down
Trembling on a moonlit branch
We remember our scent

- Prajakta Sathe

Quad

They got a chance much early in life

to experience the forbidden rare

He and him though detached 

Making most of the equation in dare 

Laying Silently on bed that night

He recalled the moment and blushed

The noon after 

His him used it as an inspiration 

To muffle up the courage 

To ask his crush out that night

Spring festival

The wasp chooses a new flower
Unbreeding polygamy

- Prajakta Sathe.