Sashi your poems are beautiful, and if you are calling them "scribbles" then you are giving me a huge inferiority complex! :( ... considering one worked hard on ones own 2 cents worth, and at the cost of many nights of staring and scratching ... if you know what i mean. i like the way the colours mutate in your poems: blue to white to black; and the seasonal change from fall to winter ... though you are very sparing of fall colours! i also like the wonderful succint way in which you make each word count.

the phrase that created the greatest shock/surprise for me was some antimony to soften your unloving eyes ... what incredible imagery. loved it. particularly the inversion of the thought.

dont know if you really want feedback ... but here it goes:

parallels: i think you intend to say is that you wont meet again ... but it seems to tell me that if the first proposition holds, then you are going to meet again. if the last is what the poet actually wishes for, then the poem (for me) loses a little drama ... gets closer to saying "please, please come back"; rather than saying that it was an infinite accident when we met at all (have i read it right?)

unlanguaged: (what a wonderful word!) the poem seems split into 2 ... one to do with birds ... and the other with trees -- the 2 dont connect. also, the activity of the birds seems to lead nowhere. in other words, in my mind, you build up to activity, and then abandon it ... so then i dont know what to do with the activity you built up in my mind :)

cant, and dont want to say anything about black

cheers kiran