Caught in the mundane
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive

Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout

Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold

My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves

The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives

Nature has this innate ability to take in many sounds
both unpleasant and kind, insulated its core, penetrating deep, it unravels the mysteries, mysterious its ways, in dispersion to diversity
always bears and offers fruits, fair

Ephemeral blooms
Wayward clouds mischievous trees
Vernal grass beckons

It was midnight
the moon sailed through the clouds

Winds howled
so did the wolf

The insects trilled
while in the distance machines drilled

Roadways to resurrect in the dead of the night

Snow covered land, white
no sign of the Sun

Do not follow the shadows
they can mislead

Puzzled and incomplete

Mystery of the truth

In pictures framed

Holi
It is an emotion
Sung upon the winds
Youthful songs of spring

Vivacious emeralds
Colours of the shade, Jade
Fields of verdant green

Mother earth bestows
Upon us her finest hues
Let’s embrace in gratitude

Reverently we circumambulate
The Holika, seeking felicity
Quelling the evil and granting peace

Imbued with the crimson
Under the blue skies of eternity
May the festival bring mirth
And lasting harmony

Red rose in ribbons
Fragrance of evanescence
Life a lit candle

Too distracted to write
Or it can be called busy, right
Wish that was true too
Busy can be in the mind
On an overthinking overdrive

Losing the thoughts
Which are best kept
Wrapped in warm words
To be used for better days

Losing good thoughts
Is like losing a place
Where warmth is always safe
Losing many these days

Do words care
Do they know
What missing is like
Cause I miss words

Isn’t the written word
All that and more
The feeling
That fulfils
The writer within
Time to cerebrate
Yes
To celebrate

A leaf, a flower, the fruits
There is inspiration in the roots

Sun and moon in the sky
In circles they move as perceived from earth
In syzygy sometimes

Life depends on breath
Breathless without inspiration it seems

Dependent on life
Will inspiration survive
Come to fruition and thrive

A pattern of change
Myriad colour leaves fall
Bespoke nature song

November has arrived
Embers of words  
Gentle remembrance
It seeks, to stay warm

Past and beyond
These empty lines
A wish to fulfil
Thoughts to redefine

Hopeful it seems
A word a memory
Disassociated
With certain thoughts

Meaningless without words
Mundane defined
Lost thoughts
Connected lines

Mortal and  aware
The pigeon
Fought for its dear life
And perished
Left angel wings, grey, to the earth
In hopes to be welcomed at heaven’s door
Beauty in death defined
Where oleanders bloom through dusk  
And fall on the pavement grey
A salute to the first light
Where colours merge and separate in the sky
The early bird sings to the glory of the dawn
And prays for a meaty prey

Hello poetry site
Diminishing its light
Brilliant its soul

When it is cold outside
Keeps the thoughts warm
In drafts or posts

To write and read a post
A task, too many times
With diminishing light

What will it take
To light up the site
With a brilliant soul

Methods I keep trying
Safe it works, sometimes fail
Frail the sever, it trails

Through Logins and logouts
And errors found
In history I keep
The latest and trending posts

The homepage sits empty
Many a times
What will it take to light up the site

Hello poetry site
Faint its heart
Breathing slow
What will it take to light up the site
With a brilliant soul

There is a light of a different kind
In darkness, lit blue lights
A vision it takes to see
The visible through fleeting lights

Alone in groups they stay
Calm and conversant
Ever chanting, rhythmic voices low
Reverberant and slow

Breathless under the unrelenting sea
Through darkness one sees
The pathways in twilight
To Allay and alleviate
Woke to the crimson sky

Brittle and frail
Perception to perceptions
There lies perfection
It doesn’t lie
Stands perfect and tall
Much tug, Leads to fall
Maintains a standard
Not standard for all

I feel
I write
I miss
I seek
Within
Whatever hides

The truth
The lies
The sweet
The bitter
Whatever manifests

The reason
Right
Or wrong
Leashed or otherwise
Has been present
Deep inside

The numbers
Roll And play
Dice
The words
I choose
Suffice

Surrounded by love
On the bed of green
Scarlets and white
Different, yet alike
Tulips and sunshine
Peacefully arise
Nature is serene, alive

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As it dawned upon them
It was their final chance
To dance through the night

And they danced
Donning the colours
Of the new dawn

As it was
The final countdown
To forevermore

For the words to forge
The unwritten
The written, Unforged

Leafless tree
Boughs and twigs  
Folded in Namaste

Alive and green
The tree trunk young
Slightly bent

Part of a canopy
Of the tree lined road
It rests awhile

Seasons change
Some along with the weather
Cycle of change replete

Wheels within
The confines of straight lines

Lanes and by lanes,
leading lines
Lit with lights

Abstract art
Arcs and beams, cable stays
Balancing act

Endless it seems
But for
Diversions and turns

Wheels within
The confines of straight lines

Thoughts have a mind of their own
Effervescent their essence
Some like words
Some pretend
Some sail past
Few have to be executed
Some need action
Past their prime
Some evade words
Ever changing thoughts
Like waves and clouds
Make shapes
Soundless, ever present

Every day
Begins

Everyday
Ends

Beginnings
Are
Like the rising Sun

Someday
The beginnings
May come to an end

Days to remember
In between

I have been away from the world of words
But words never do leave
Shadows to keep
From East to West
Visible or not, play of light
Dawn to dusk, forever to believe
In words and world of words

Unmoved the pages

Stilled in a frame

Threadbare, the words disappear

Who are these leaders
Who choose grim gruesome wars
A solution, over peace

History haunts
Grieves and taunts
Knowing what wars bring along

Technologically empowered
Primitive and regressive in thoughts
Progressive world, are we ?

Yet to free ourselves
From the microscopic being
Held us captive as jewels in its crown

In cages the minds swept
Invisible the buildup
Outcome, one can see, outbursts

Disconnected, broken some remain
Breaking what they can’t own
Will this war come to an end

Silent whispers
Purple spoke to pink
Lavender winked
Somewhat convinced
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Yellow blush
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough  
To live
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun

The blue bird flies
Colours of its feathers
Merges with the sky

Golden ribbons shimmered
Through the trees
Blue bird, mid air whirs, catches a fly

The blue bird sings
Verditer Flycatcher, the name
That’s my name, my name, my name

It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn

You know what you want
And do what you like
That is choice

Life gives you what it likes
You do as it demands
And what is right

A balance knows
It is right
When it equally divides

Three baby birds
Sit closely together
On a baby branch
Amused by a pink blossom
The first baby bird curiously gazed
The second one caught off guard
A little smirk above its tender beak
The third bird looks in the direction opposite of all
Maybe it spotted the mother bird
With worms in her beak
Happy it looked on
Just ready to eat

The more I write

The less I feel

Better

A lone neon lamp

Lights up the deserted street

The dark night retreats

Should the sun ever express
How it feels to give its light to every being
How it loves to see, the children in parks
With sparkling eyes
The river and the sea, with a golden sheen
The motes that freely float in every beam
Does the sun beams a knowing smile and feels alive
When it sees and feels the new leaves
Gaining strength and growing big
Under its warmth and care
Should it ever say and quietly express
How happy it feels every day
To rise and be awake
And give hope to every being
And the tiny leaves
Gaining strength, growing tall
The trees softly speak
As the lush leaves shimmer and shine
Giving shelter and home to the birds and the bees
The sun knows its worth
And knows what it is to rise and shine
And give hope to every being

The distilled quiet
Quite a sign of disquietude

The sun shines bright
Overcast skies eclipses the light

In the shell the baby bird thrives
Invisible shells hard to break

Glass, transparent as can be seen
Breaks into shards, toughened or not

Distance, not in metrics
It’s the words, absence or otherwise

Parallel lines, forever run along
A journey, towards the end, begins

Shallow waters still

Pond stork meditates upon

The pink lotus blooms

The fog comes in the way of light
The leaves and flowers, cold
Do not despair
Their beauty in the mist veiled

The fog undulates, swells
Silent slant, rays of gold
Shine upon the crimson leaves
Untouched, the beauty unveiled

Timeless grey cobblestones
Shadows in the dark
Glow in soft monochrome

Hallways and archways
Lead outdoors
Wrought iron frames uphold

Sun shines over the young
Away from the gnawing
Twists and turns

They ride into the fields of gold
Whistling into the woods
Treasures of youth unfold

The path unseen
Moulding the soft clay in fragile dreams
Marking a trail clean

And someday
You’ll know
That you never knew

And someday
You will do
That you never did

And someday
You will say
That you never said before

And someday you have
To let it all go
That you always held close

And someday
You have to leave for forever
But today, you live, as you should

And someday
Someone will believe
As you did

The colourful pebble stones
On a journey long
Rest on the river bed
Awhile

Where do they come from
Where do they go
Destination unknown
Belong

Beauty permeates furthermore
As they chip away
Their withering song
Along

Snow sprinkled branch
Brown bird perched on

Pecks on frozen fruits
Red and ripe, preserved

Feathers fluffed
Keeps warm in winters

On the leaf litter it sleeps
Where the snow is not as deep

I see my reflection
In the river, shaky rippling waves, free
Unlike in the mirror, steady, caged

My bright yellow plumage
You see every time
Colours of the summer, shine

Melodious I sing
By the river shore
My twittering song, encore

To know that silence
Is just a pause
A pause to water the cracks in the dry earth
For the shoot to breathe a sigh of relief
Be tickled by the gentle breeze
A tiny shadow under the sun
It takes nurturing to see the plant bloom
And silence to experience
The stillness of the calm

The sarus crane
Tall and grey
Slender bill
Fluttering
magnificent Wings
Black feather tips
One pink skinny leg up
Tilted red head
Orange marble irises
In a state of trance
Did a spiral dance
Into the water
Splashed

January has arrived
Along with the other months
Enclosed in envelopes neat
To unfold with time

January has arrived
Always the first one to
It offers what it knows
And takes it slow

January has arrived
It says, believe
And seek the opportunity
Of new beginnings

January has arrived
With each passing day
A little warmth it brings
Harbinger of spring

Clarity in mind
Purity in heart
I seek with each passing thought

Revel in the revelation
Of weaknesses and strengths
Peace reigns within

Accumulating experiences
Imbued in the knowledge
That right and wrong coexist

Year after year
New and old
Blend in and grow apart

Lost and found
Forever in time
Rays of hope and sunshine

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