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

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

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

The trapeze artist
Lithe and limber
Does aerial somersaults

At a height
Holds no fear
Swings in the air

Hands held
In ropes of hope
Bar to bar
Poles apart
They rise, not afraid of the fall

Colours in the sky
Blend into the blue

Golden yellow
The mellow sun

Bids adieu
Slides to the west

Slender and tall
The shadows fall

Sudden rains
A little downpour

Shiny wet
The platform gets

Daily
Life goes on

Moments to moments
Faces change

It’s a journey
Destinations await

The trajectory of truth
Linear or curved the path
Dependent on time
A geometric ride
Through theories and theorems
Divide
Add and Subtract to curtail the free ends
Velocity and speed
Gravitational pull
Home bound
Stands test of time
A proof
The trajectory of truth

Hollow silhouette
Mysterious, shines the orb
Enchanted strands lit

Limited by the limitless
Shouldn’t be limiting at all
Limited by limitations
Can be limiting at times
Upgrading the limitations
Can downsize a good chance
A limitation lost
To the limitless possibilities
Limitless one can be

H is combustible
No colour, it owns
O helps combustion
Yet we inhale and breathe in
Together H and O combine  
To make a pure compound
None of us can live without
Individually
Properties they posses
Fiery, to say the least
Together they douse
Put fires under leash

Baby waves
Pretty
Holding hands with every molecule of their little hearts
Bubbling, gushing towards the shore
Mighty mama waves roar
Rush, with a lightning speed
And tuck in safe, the baby waves
Before they break onto the shore
Gurgling receding, pleading
Mama no Mama no
Mama let me go
No baby no
No, not yet
Alone
To the shore

Under the shade of the banyan tree
And green cascading leaves
Lay shoes and backpacks on the ground
Bicycle handles curled to the left
Parked by the lake
On the side stand
There were sounds of laughter and music
On the other side
Quiet the water in the lake

Leave them be
Headphones on
Cancelling sounds
Yours and theirs
Equalisers on
Fine tuned within
Listen to the song
And truly belong

Under the blue cloudless sky
White doves and pigeons
Flap wings and fly

Heritage domes, rustic brown
Stand clear of dust and sand
Glorious, withstanding every storm

Motor boats painted blue and green
Sharp the curvature, folded hands
Bow to the rising waters in the sea

Stillness of the silence
Clearly felt in the sound of the flapping wings
Broken leg, the bird could fly once

Brilliance of liquid gold
Speckled with glitter and stars
Arresting the celestial plafond
A touch of Neanderthal aesthetics
Modern and ancient air
Fusing under the beauteous sky

Dazzled by the sun
The sea sparkles and smiles
And gently lifts a wave to its friend
The sun moves on westward
Leaving a little shade behind
The sea gives out a sigh
Stays still eastward bound
The passing breeze
Tickles mischievously
And the sea smiles again
Ripples and waves
The birds make a faint shadow above
And dive deep to pick a fish
Before they retreat for the evening
Unmoved the sea waves
And prepares to welcome the moon

His Slender tender shoulders
Shoulder the responsibility of his family
Vibrant orange cartoon print shirt
A mere reminder of his childhood
The jute sheet he owns
A spread of colours and shapes
Of many vegetables
He sells every morning
To add to the earnings
He has learned the trade young
Captivating, his innocence

Oblivious notes
The worm scrawls on the wet floor
Early bird savours

What you see
What you know
In between
what you take
What you give
Living with the residue

The mirror and the window
Side by side
One reflected the possible truth inside
Other looked at the possible possibilities outside

Mountain mist swirls up and curls in the air
With White puffy clouds as in Noddy’s toy town
Gold and green leaves upon the conical trees
Densely grew into the forest wild
Layers of withering leaves on the forest floor
Soon faded down into the earth, brown
Scenes change as seasons do
But the mountains blue
Stood ever so tall, as they should

Old and naive me

Soon to be a memory

Rebel to relive

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Sensitive to words

Affected and writing more

Yet sensitively
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Unfashionable

Uninhibited words free

To themselves stand true

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Brimming joy in heart

Ageing youthfully living

Compassionately
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Grey covers the blue
A dark black blanket
Pinned on the sky
Thunderously shaking
Lacking an eye
Monstrous

Lightening danced, rapturous

Glaring at the green
Unleashing its wrath  
With a downpour
Ripping off the velveteen
Dousing the sunshine
Tenebrous

Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow

502, an error true
Leaves me blue
Lips are dry
smile wry
Week after week  
I put words to sleep
Today they haunt
My every thought

Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow

Hello Poetry says
You have a page
Home is where
The heart lies
Don’t you lie
When the page is stuck
Without any luck
Poetry dies

Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow

Footprints evanesce

Ocean spirits undulate

***** sidle amok

The sunset sky
Wore lovely colours
Pale blue with streaks of white
A trace of pink
Skipping violets and reds
Embracing the faint peach
A rainbow somewhere arched
The other side adorned
Pastels and soft golden yellow
Changing hues
To twinkling twilight blue

There are reasons to smile
In gratitude for all the good times
Wrapped away in a warm blanket
Of summertime

Sweet sunshine of nostalgia streams
Through the growing years of memories
Unpacked and dusted through masks
The antiques got a golden makeover
Polished and restored to their prime

Ash from the sacred fire rose
Sandalwood incense lit close
Fragrance of the past lingers
On the sunlit doors

Harmoniously
Blending the old and new within
Hopes renewed and happiness felt
Laughter echoed through the corridors
Lighting up the eyes of old and wise

Timeless
Stands the beauty of time
Brilliance of its presence, forever felt in the now

Timeless
Stands the ageing time
Mirroring its presence in the youthful now

Timeless
Is the presence of time
Patiently, I wait for it to pass for now
So can it for me to utilise it wise

River rowers sail
Rafters raft in the rapids
Still waters stay calm

The breeze made an impression through the night
That of a warrior back from a fight
The place all glorious by its precious presence
The winds had no say tonight
The breeze was gentle
Tenderly it spoke to the million leaves
The street lights glimmered
The crickets sung their song
Like the jingling anklets of a danseuse
On a musical night
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The stream has a dream it never stops
It flows and follows the *****
Whichever the path
Slows down to fill the uneven holes
Moving down the sun parched hills
Quenching the thirst of every tree
To unknown territories and places
Folkloric melodies it sings

I know it’s time
When the wells have risen
To the brim

I know it’s time
When the empty walls
Need happy frames

I know it’s time
When every blade of grass
Has turned to hay

I know it’s time
When alarms are asleep
You are alert awake

I know it’s time
To walk away to a distant place
The vibes are enough, no one speaks

I know it’s time
When your heart is heavy
Leaving you empty within

I know it’s time
To do everything, right
When you wish to begin

I know it’s time
When today sings fine
And tomorrow will too

I know it’s time
When happy is late, awaits the sun
Sad is all damp, gaining weight

I know
I know
I know
I understand and time will too....

To conquer and lose it all
at once
The feeling of triumph and loss
at once
Like the sun and white fluffy clouds together in summers
And dark clouds and rain together drive away the sun in pain
It’s all circumstantial and transitory
No loss no gain
But the change
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