With the serene calmness
of passing through
the lush green fields,
and old quiet cottages,
my heart wanders back in time
when mind was light
and pockets lighter,
joy of just being at a place,
made me glow brighter.
As the train rushes
damp villages glide by,
I wont recall the cottage
nor the pond or the tree
but I will soak in the view
filled with slow tranquility.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 5:10 AM UTC
I have grown to be unknown
invisible like the dew
hiding behind buildings
and gliding through passages.
My charm is as un-noticed
as the workshop apprentice,
my words unheard, voice absurd
to the premeditated busy man
briskly moving through the crowd.
I myself collate my actions,
but for anyone to give a deeper glance
well I just leave that upto chance.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
A small space of mine,
a sweet four square feet,
I fold a chair just fine.
My mind flies over the lake,
which reflects the morning rays
I hear the calls of cranes,
adding tranquility for calmness sake.
In my balcony ,
three pots of plants
with colorful smiles,
give me silent company,
gentle fragrance of love,
spreading freshness for happiness' sake.
I sip my coffee,
the green, blue and orange,
help gulp down my bitterness
and let out a breath of hope,
subduing pain for today's sake.
no words uttered, no song sung,
just a dose of nature,
through the small space of mine,
helps restore my love so amateur,
and for my days to shine.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
A suit behind the door
a mask in front of the mirror
turns frowns into smile's galore
sweet smell of the devil's horror
A tight buttoned cuff
a neat knotted tie
polished words are so tough
that truth is worse than the lie
A pair of shiny boots
a clean shaven face
civilization cut off from its roots
devils are now applauded with grace.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
The necessary evil,
like the brakes on my bike
this lockdown is now what
I hate to dislike.
Though life is a stanstill
lockdown roasts me slowly
I try to take things easy
and prefer the chicken to grill.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
I lied down last night
closed my eyes
it was a terrible sight
snakes flying high
and clouds sinking deep
I could not
understand why
my world seemed upside down
though I knew
it was the same
for someone else.
why me, why me
why she could not see
In bed I turned on both sides
but my dreams could not fit
though the mattress was wide.
Some love not given, some shown too soon
can I get back there and amend,
at least in my head I will be clear,
for when I made lunch for that special friend,
it was already dark before noon.
If only, I could catch the bus again
get down at that stop, pass that very lane
below the tank we could meet,
see you once more,
and then,
fall back to my eternal sleep.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Above this cloud of madness
flows a gentle cool breeze
drifting away all the sadness
striped butterflies flapping at ease
sound of the waves are heard
once suppressed by the chaos
rhythmic crashing no longer weird
silent therapy broken by the gentle dose
If only one drowns deep can one taste
the salt can be the much needed sweet
where there is no emotion to waste
and only generous soul to greet.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Poised in his eager stance
he eyes his scared prey
undergo a jittery dance
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
She pinged him in the morning,
excited to relay her dream
they had met last night
over coffee and whipped cream
His smile could not be contained
within the mobile screen
while just twelve hours had passed
he texted her how long it had been
The couch looks so depressed
pillow flatter than ever before,
empty bowls of food lined up in front
late night love talks keep eyes sore
She did not care about her top and hair,
wearing a smile was just enough
the excitement of a video call
made both look lovely, although rough.
They chatted and took it slow
having all the time to let love grow
and just keep going with the flow.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
The alarm wakes me up at seven,
I get ready to face another day,
with nowhere to go even
the whole day at first seems grey
But birds peep through the windows,
worried about the change in norm,
as the world goes through it's lows
I stay indoors during the invisible storm.
A sweet boredom clouds my mind
to maintain my sanity
I travel to any tranquil place I find
in my head and away from earth's gravity
I write, I paint, to go out I refrain
I hear the birds chirp, from my window ajar
I count the twinkles of that lonely star
I observe things I earlier looked in disdain
I try to pluck words from the new garden
where plants imbibe love of the sun
undisturbed, attended only by its own brethren
and my scattered thoughts do not cast shadows
while I watch another sunset at the horizon.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC