I see
I see everyone
Hustling and bustling

I see
I see everyone
Busy with shopping
Scoring the best deal
Out there, patting
On their backs
For a job
Well done

I see
I see everyone
Rushing off to elsewhere
Than what I call home
I wonder why
No answer came
To my mind

I think
I think everyone
Has lost the point
The point of idle time
With just home
And family

No agenda
No items to be crossed off
Just a cup of hot cocoa
A plush blanket, soothing fire
And long chatters

Something to hold onto
Until the next one

Knot making itself not
Loved the thread

Knitting itself into something
Loved the pattern

Wearing itself a person
Loved the sweater

Bracing for the cold
Loved the winter

Charm reversed
Twice the fun

Prayer begins
As the heart melts
Eyes mist
Speech stumbles
In the grace
Of gratitude
Accompanied

Prayer continues
With the embrace
Of love and care
Shared by
The compassionate
Heartblurring
Boundaries
Along

It can be
A short lived
Episode
Or lifelong
Awakening
Either way
Heart
Loves the blooms

Yes
Almost
Just quite not
Feels so
But take it back
May be or not
Slipping through
Slits in memory
Just wanting it to be
Deja vu

Once upon a time, we loved our neighbors.
Once upon a time, we shared not just love.
Once upon a time, we were role models for the world.
Once upon a time, we were leaders to be followed.
Still we are in the depths of our hearts
If we choose to
Look underneath
The fumes kindled
By the few
New veins could be found
To be unearthed
To alight the future

I fly free
I fly free and fabulous
I fly free and fabulous over the magnanimity

As I take everything into account
Every little detail, the shape, the texture, the contour
The enormity of what’s below me, below but not below by any means

The majesty of the silver lined gorgeousity seems to loom all around me
Aspiring me to give up the flying and land on its heart
As I write nestled in its embrace

Dwelling in its magical realms creating its own constellation comprising
The floating paradise, the grand Himalayan range
Nestled amongst the snow white clouds
My heaven

Is a lifetime enough
Is a lifetime enough
To immerse me
To my heart's content
To my souls quenching
To my mind's limits
To just soak in poetic phase
Is it really enough

Is a lifetime enough
Is a lifetime enough
For you, my poetic contemporaries
To create, to reflect, to rejoice
To regenerate
Is it really enough

Is a lifetime enough
Is a lifetime enough
Dear patrons, dear lovers of words
Is it really enough
To celebrate the words
Their sounds
What they profess
What they lead to