Folks lost to the beat
Drifting by the rhythm
Deafened by the chaos
Blinded by the smoke in the air
Drunk with the feeling of here and now
Lost in the time
Captured in a blur

Of the reflective windows and minds:

From the window screen
Little Sj town appears glowing
The high glass windows of my hotel room
Reflects the hilltop
The lamposts outside, like fireflies  
Rains nostalgia
Of places and faces

After the long period of barren winter

The buds of greenery comes

The birds chirping they fly

The caterpillar turns butterfly

The tree top shines green

The river so calm and shrine

Turns vigorous in joy

The sky smiles

And gives lot of sunshine

The warmth that all look forward to

After a long period of barren winter.

Inspired by the weather I write

Look out of the window

See the same old tree wilt

Its top turned all yellow

Shedding its leaves

Wondering if it would be happy?

Or…. hopeful about the next spring

I try to figure out the unspoken

And wish that I could know

The course of  nature

The way it works.

If words be my lover

I would love it dearly

The curves, love the bends

Love the starts and the stops

Madness it is to call it love

But no other love affair been so insistent

None caught my imagination so high

Able to wake me in the mid of nights

To tell stories of the day

I lose the track of time

I lose myself to it

Strange strong affinity

To the letters, the meanings, the words

When all else go slumbering

It’s just you and I

The intimacy of writing

And the never ending possibilities

Of something new