A day washed out from the memory
No a day washed out as if never existed
No not from the memory
It never was meant to be
So it was never a memory
To change the wrong from the right
To know the right from the wrong
To make the right moment
To remember
Yes a memory

How would you know
The words that stand in the corner row
What meaning they held
In their little fists
Until they were asked to show
One by one they follow each other
Make a chain, a festoon, hung low
For all to know and read
Dispersed as seeds
Their different beats
A melody sweet
Across the valley a rainbow greets

Pretty red cottage, shines bright
Under the brilliance of the fresh coat of white
The lawn in a deep slumber
And the road freshly plowed
Misty clouds, mountains, cold blue
A journey to embark upon
As it snows

Rustling leaves gambol
Smile, as the wind sweeps them high
Fragile, and at peace


🍂🍂🍂

A flight of freedom
Wings spread wide
The eagle soars
Its shadow on the promenade
Clear and bright
In the offing
The skyline soars

Brimming with cubes
Happiness poured minty chilled
Summer lemonade

A whiff of salty air
Wayward breeze flipping your hair
Mirthful birds
dart into the waves for a quick bite of fish
The sun smiles with a orange glow
As it takes a bow, at the horizon

I wish I could delete all the good memories
Of the place and time
Ever lingering
In my mind
To erase the pain of missing them
Time after time
In hindsight

Unflinching
The heron, ready to spear a fish
Its reflection caught in ripples
Unsteady

True
It had to be
To be able to show
What it saw
Reflected - Reality

My tongue
Wouldn’t stop talking that day
My mind warned numerous times
Hold, but it just wouldn’t
Instead it turned back
Lashing again
You just mind your own
I need to speak
And say
What I need to say
Like a puppet in hands
Of donated organs
The eyes welled
Appalled

We don’t speak much
But
We mostly read
From
The same page

The sadness you see
On the walls
Painted in different hues
Unblemished sans the happy shade
It’s not the colour blue
Primarily it never could blend
Faded away
Under layers
The colour of no origin
Unblemished by the happy shade
Leaves a permanent stain
On the walls

Someday
One day
This bad gateway will lead
To the end
Of the words
No one writes
No one reads
No posts
In any order
It could be

In the land of sunshine
Slanting palms, oceanic breeze
Brightly painted houses
And bougainvillea vines

Music is alive
Song and dance
Pristine beaches
Sunsets are divine

February is vibrant
Colours on the streets
Festoons and masks
Carnival time

🔆🎭🔆

Cold mists and paper clips
A minuscule vapour cloud
Covers a story, neatly filed

Streams had dreams
The river knew of
Gently flowed into the bay

Warm water springs
The freezing cold lake
Shares the revelry

A beauty to behold
Damp air and Crystals of salt
Into the pan, white

Visibly hiding
Behind the words
The emotions
By the empty
Unheard

The flame flickered
It knew it had lived enough
Helpless the lamp stood with the soot

🔥
🌿🐾🌿

No
No more
Cant put up
With the same old dominant stuff
A rebel, politically incorrect, stood up
All knowing the consequences
Of subsequent distance
Better alone
Than to be weighed down by the pretentious

Ignited incense
Sandalwood fragrance lingered
Two doves flew up, free

🌿🌿

I like the way
The mellow January Sun
Shines by the evening in my kitchen

The roar of the ocean wave
Birds, flapping their wings
In and out of water, close to the shore
They prey, avoiding being one
An airplane flying above
The reverberating sea
All in a minute
Silent again

What’s so good about this bad gateway
It chooses to stay
And
With it
Tends to get away

The evening
Gently wrapped up all the light
Off the aurulent sky
Unfolding charcoal hues
The stars glimmer dimly
Somewhere a rainbow arcs

Fossilised pale leaves
Reflection on the window
On trees lively green

🍂🍃

The clouds of imagination sailed past
The images and imagery created didn’t last
The rains took their breath away in a splash
All that remained was clay and some wet hay
Incomplete, yet replete

Ideas grew old
Many times retold
Refurbished

Designs on the web
The spider knew its craft
The fly well caught
Adorned as centre piece

Reroofed and rebuilt
The origins restored
Lotus grew manifold

Memories of the old pond
Settled in the wet mud
Sliding over the new lotus leaves

Everlasting the ideation
The ideas old, retold
Refurbished

Look in the mirror
Don’t look beyond
It’s you
Practice and perfect
Your moves
The eyes that you set on
Is all yours to behold
Believe
In
Your inner strength
Radiance of the soul
Revealed

🔆🔆🔆

A long story
short

Keeps
My attention

Short

Sunsets are dreamy
Sunsets are rosy
Mellow, a touch of gold

Sunsets remind me of the beaches
A place and time, I long to revisit
Where memories, ebb and flow

Sunsets remind me of childhood days
Long and short, the shadows played
As the sun rolled along

Nick
The cat who loves to pose
Little striped tail
black and white
Neatly curled upon its paws
His eyes are grey,
shades of adorable green
Camera friendly
Looks straight into the lens
It visits all homes, and freely roams
Meows and purrs
And, loves to be cuddled
The alley cat, so sweet#


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दे रही है दस्तक, बारिश
चबूतरों और दरवाज़ों पर

उलझ से गए है कुछ दिल
दुनिया के माया जाल मे

पुकार रही है उन्हें
अपनी हल्की फुहार से

दे रही है दस्तक, बारिश
चबूतरों और दरवाज़ों पर

बहने दो इन आँसू को
मेरी कुछ बूँदों के संग

पुकार रही है बारिश
अपनी हल्की फुहार से

उड़ जाए, हर दिल का परिंदा
फिर, मासूम बचपन जैसा

You have been here for long
Long enough to know
To know, not how it all works
But how you work from within
And know it all

Hypocrisy is for real
Fake, it cant
Truth withstand
Ever evolving the virus
Some minds can never
Be vaccinated against

A devout spiritual
Birth and death
A mere passing
To closely watch this beautiful world
Temporary the presence
Learnings and memories
For the soul
Depth of this life
Felt
The fragrance of ancient soil
The mountains rock solid
And the journey of the *****
Under the luminous sky
Yet, a belief in the higher power
The divine, supreme being
Ever so deeply rooted
Beyond the cycle of life and death
Lord Shiva
To draw strength and endurance
Some wisdom
To walk the path of truth
Not through rituals
But being closely guided by the divine
In deep reverence
Chanting
Ten thousand times
Om Namah Shivay
Uprooting the fears
Gently placing faith
In place
Belief in self
In the power of the divine

🔆🌿🌿🔆

Hesitant
Overloaded
Bored
Which of these
Or
All of them
Will Hp ever let us know
The way it feels with / of
All the words

Life has caught me by the chin
Seeking attention
Somewhat pinned
My thoughts and words
Fly mid air
Sometimes
Blown away by the naughty winds
Seeded somewhere
Faraway in the lands
Of Evergreen


🌿🌿

The crescent today
Smiles feeble in the dark sky
Yet radiates from within
The light it holds dear

🌙

Turning the leaves
Of an old cherished book
A flower, pressed between the pages
Years ago, fresh
Ever so delicate, its petals rest
Like stilled wings of a butterfly
In fond memories

  🌺

The need for wants
Wants each need fulfilled
All for me, trampling all
Yes, for me to receive
Leave no chance to deceive
Wasn’t the past year enough
For one to learn
And rise above self
And look beyond
Masked and taped
Everyone

A morning walk
In my cherished park
Unkempt trees
Brown and green
Fallen leaves
A carpet of strewn black seeds
And the moist-gentle breeze
Rays of the mellow morning sun
Shine & reflect hope
On the blades of verdant grass


🔆🌿🌿🔆

Golden sandy beach
Pink sunsets, grey silhouettes
Rare gems washed ashore

Hp doesn’t want to read
Post as you please
Hp doesn’t want to show its feed
The streams mostly go empty
Sometimes some words
Are seen
Rest they all go hiding
Under a rock
Or into unknown dreams
Waking to
The empty Hp stream

Out in the cold
Out cold

Frozen

Deep in slumber
None to tend

Encumbered  
Home-“ less

They are the fierce writers
They ride on horses and write past you
They have rode on this earth before
And wrote with reed on various seeds
Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements
Meadows and the cemeteries
Their favourite haunts

Like periwinkle blooms
Bright and upright
Glossy white
Anew the day
Happy New Year
Love and peace
🍃🍃

To all my friends

We have known each other since age five
Together in the school, till we left at age fifteen, after class 10th

In my mind and heart, I still hold you all the same, irrespective of the fact that most of us are parents to fifteen year olds

All these years gone by, I remembered so many of you, not knowing where you would be, until we had our get together in December 2015

Happy to see you all and glad that we have been going strong in all these years, supporting, encouraging and trying to reach out when needed and meeting as and when possible

May it be the same in the coming years
Our class of 1991, together, here we belong
Bonding strong

Yes, for you
Brother
Carlo C Gomez

Thoughts find words
But unsettled the home ground
The words lost in a void
Voice of many hearts quietened by the fall
Thanks for collecting many mid air
In your basket of love
And safely finding a place for all
My gratitude to you
Thank you for all that you do
Be blessed with the best 🙏

I refuse to give in or
give up
Yet, surrender to love, every breath
Mortal this life, the soul one with the infinite

The year of unknown, unthinkable experiences
Tough they were to make you tougher
To suffer not the insufferable

Achievements and success
Showed up at the door
Glorious moments, virtual celebrations
Home, the dance floor

Health, always the prime wealth
Learning it the hard way
Biding time in quarantine
Writing it all
Exhale and inhale, good health

Some troubles came, beautifully gift wrapped
Framed
Unwrapping them and setting right
Will take a little while
All set for the fight

This year 2020 has been a roller coaster ride
Trying to gain the safe ground and smooth ride into 2021

My wishes to all in the world
Happy New Year

🌿🌿