Frost on the flowers
Petals huddle together
Seek warmth from the sun

Invisible words
Smeared on the walls
Visibly the ink disappeared
Written space haunts

Dripping wet
December gets
It frets
The rains have overstepped

It’s not July
No not September
It’s been long August has slept

Winters just checked into December
Changing the air to mode, cold
But the rains have overstepped

Cold and wet December gets
Last it is, but never the least
Brings in joy and festivities

Within a day or maybe two
The rains will vanish in thin air
Pleasant weather and sunshine
December makes promises fair

I listen to the songs
I never cared about
They were all over the place
Growing up in my hometown
In them today, I find solace
Nothing’s amiss
Yet a sense of loss

I met a friend
Has always been dear to my heart
Chirpy and upbeat right from the start
She talks but does not speak
I understand
Telepathic we have been
Since class five
There is an ocean deep within
We swim in the shallow
So as to not drown

Life is good
As we speak
With a few up and downs
Isn’t that what life is all about
As always in a happy space
I gravitate
Gratitude, I never forget

These days
I don’t feel like writing
What I feel about
The feeling itself escapes my thoughts
But life has its say, makes you sway
In every way
Sometimes
It’s more than the sun and twinkling stars
And pearly moon’s glow  
Beyond the words the words have other places to go