Meeting school friends
Once  a year
All visiting
the hometown
Coming from
Nearby cities or Afar

Living in The Internet age
Easier to connect
And coordinate
Keeping relations alive

Some don't want to be a part of any social networking Apps

Old school

Losing out at times
Yet ,deeper the connect

Meeting your friends
And reminiscing the times
and
Meeting your old self
Lost to time

I believe
Knowingly or unknowingly
Eventually
We find
What we had been searching for

Maybe destiny

I do what I like
And I like what I do
And then I don't like what i did
but I did what I liked
I liked to do what I did not do
Yet I did what  I didn't want to
Don't know what I did
But I did ,
knowing what happened to it.

Warmth of orange rust
Striking beauty of evergreen
Merry as the sun
Yellow sunburst

Feverish shimmering
Leaves on trees
Frozen in frames
Fall

Fervent
Rainbow in the sky
Beckons

Light as a feather
Drawn by winds, the paper flies
Paperweight it needs

Bills in paper nails
Value packed, together stacked
Business they made

Light as a feather
Changes course, as does the wind
Fair weather friend

Be not the paper
On the nail, stuck forever
Nor a paperweight

Golden sun, smudged in the grey clouds
White mists, and the distant green hills
Shivering cold,
the leaves on the trees, stand still
Reflection of the sun,
smiles in orange hues,
forming ripples on the beauteous lake
Red roofed cottage, a glorious sight
Duck shaped boats, allure the travellers
For a tranquil ride

Fisherman’s net spread
No shoals
Transparent its soul, shiny sheen
The ocean dances to a rhythm known
Its own
Eclectic muse
Moves like a danseuse
Like the flowers in spring
Under the morning sun
Luminous
The ocean swells
Scattering gems
Sparkling diamonds
Embers of sapphire
Slivers of gold
Secrets of the ocean
Never held
Sunrise to sunset
Serendipitous moments
Gently unfold

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

Redolent flowers

Millions of butterflies hung

Golden yellow blooms

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Winds soar sway and sing
A farewell song to the sea
Heavy clouds hang low

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
🌿🌿

In a happy place
Believing in each other
Two hearts, together

Timely wrapped
To make a word wrap

Saves a thought
From a word drought

Survival from the swamp
No word ever goes damp

Is it possible to become invisible
To one’s own eye too

Lost, not to be found
Yet within reach

Not casting a shadow
Yet getting blisters under the sun

Healing yet not feeling
Invisible could be fun

Hands
A sign of Strength
When stretched out
To
Open gates
For Giving
Shelter
Love and blessings!!

When Folded in
Gratitude
Or
In prayers
Makes for a Heartwarming Picture !!

         For Goodbyes and Hellos          

And

Most Importantly
Life's

Gift

To The Abled
To Work
And
Make a Living !!

Presence deeply felt
Absence too
Coexisting in a nucleus
Valence
bound
The feeling
And not
Effervescence

Light to far dark
Seed to flower
And the endless hours
And the wait
To know the fate
Destined

Sunset colours
Touch the ground
Red to gold
Buds and roses
Pleasant yellows
Unfurl

Parallel
Present and aware
In the moment
Unknown
To know the world of
Happenstance

In the path of truth
The frail, sieve out, to seek their own
Test of conscience, guide the rest

Warmth of the candle
Softly grows
Flickering its flame
Softly glows
Tender hearts
To defrost
Slow

Thoughts in flames, soar high
PASS the Extinguisher words
Art under control

Always
Running away from
Towards
————————-
It’s life
Human inertia
Stillness

Clusters of madhumalti
Bloom through the dark of the night
Fragrance of the flowers
Leads to a bright new day

Dreams bloom from the sunny sunflowers
Fragrant in their wake, a burst of colours
Rain sprinkled
A canvas, ready to be framed
Nurtured in the streams, by rivers and lakes
Questions none
who harboured them
Or how many

Fossilised pale leaves
Reflection on the window
On trees lively green

🍂🍃

What is love
Baby don't hurt me
Baby don't hurt me no
More

Didn't you see the ditch
While walking the pitch
Dark it was , was it ?
Or the heart and the mind
Went blind

You took the stroll
Ah that Rock and Roll
Not realising the
Pitch leading to the ditch

Lost in each other's eyes
Didn't notice
One of the two,
Suffered from sore eyes
Infecting the other .

What is love
Baby don't hurt me
Baby don't hurt me
no
More
Still singing the song?

Neon lamps lit street
Blurry wet the reflection
Grey clouds haunt the sky

A Ripple
Muffled
Stuck in The Whirlpool
Eddy Currents Nauseating

Concurrent Nightmares
Presumably leave tonight
Allowing some peace of mind

Sounds in the mind
Set Free
A Relief
Peace prevails

The Hindi Movie which I love the most

The Actor
Superstar of yesteryears
Yet Has not lost his
'Immortal Glow' -
what's in a name , though !!
'Angry young Man' ,
Son of a Poet of great Renown

Seven Brothers all in a farm
  No less than a barn !
   With the oldest in love with a lady      
   who hates lies and unruly people
   Songs evergreen
   Quite an Oldie ,yet a favourite !!

Inertia at Play
Unrestrained Mobility
Sustained Torpidity
External Torque Applied
Loss of Momentum
Debilitating Equilibrium

Dynamic Energy on the Loose
Potential Energy knows not to Groove
Kinetic Energy
All Set for
a Toss and a Loss

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

Last monsoons the Champak tree
Was all abloom
The breeze lightly swayed the branches
The heady fragrance wafted through the air

The monsoon showers
this year
Wilted away the flowers
too soon

Less is more, I do believe
As the blooms wilted away too soon
Now the tree laden with fruits, ripe and red
Inviting birds of many species
Mornings are especially beautiful
Waking up to chirps and tweets
Of many a mynahs, bulbuls and
purple-yellow sunbirds

This morning as I watched them feast
To my surprise
There was, Indian grey hornbill
Beautiful and majestic as it can be

Flame of the forest
Burns bright, envies not the green
Vibrant crimson blooms

Two birds on the line
Fight for a fruit, the cat waits
Two friends realise

It cast a shadow
Long and short
Sometimes stout
No it didn’t fall prey to none
It was the sun
As it shone its rays
On the cup
That stayed too long
Soaking, drying
The paints and coats
Applied
Layers over layers
The colours
In the cup
Now green
The money plant

Today my mind drifts to a place
Familiar and mysterious the ocean breeze
Gushing and rippling with happiness
The waves curl and crest
On the sandy shore quietly rest
Are they free, free enough to not wave
Or are they truly bound
To the shore and the sea
Like a wild song, bound by lyrics
And the rhythmic beats

Brimming with cubes
Happiness poured minty chilled
Summer lemonade

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

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

When the day is done
For the day
And the thoughts settle
In the quiet of the night
The thoughts find a resting place
Picking up the peculiar
And particular moments
The day had
When it had just begun
Rolling out the perfect hours
And those
Wasted, like an amateur
Trying to find the best time
Losing out
Swears by the alarm
At leisure
Counts the seconds and every minute
To cherish
Through the day
Together
The hands only met twice
Rest of the time, stretched wide
Apart
Running around in circles
Shrugging shoulders at ten past ten
The clock says
What is done is done

Packing before the travel
Assembling things, dumping on the bed
Not missing any ,check list marked
Managing the household chores and the outdoors
All that frenzy ,Makes me go dizzy
Arranging the suitcase
Well
My husband has an expertise

At the Airport
The flight delayed by good 45 minutes
Time enough to calm down the nerves
Took the aisle seat and got hooked to the phone
A little later
Raised my eyes to look around
A man walked past ,dressed in colours
Amused I grinned
Nothing right, that I did
Caught by a fellow flyer
Embarrassed, didn't know which way to gaze
Thankfully boarding call announced
Made a quick exit to the departures

Reached the destination
In an hour's time
For the pickup
My brother arrived
My little niece ,excited
happy to see us all

A brief stay
Visiting a few places
Spending quality time with the family
The moments precious and timely
The visit short and sweet
Time for departure again

Rains call it a day
The droplets have been let down
Streams babble a song

The vile have their thoughts
And capes full of evil spell

Slim are your chances
To go unscathed

Use no words
Just wear your lucky charm

The apple looks down from the treetop
Marvels at the beauty of the lake which flows beside its home, the apple tree.

‘Oh how wonderful it must be to take a dip in the pristine lake and come out sparkling clean’

The lake charmed by the red delicious  apple, wondered

‘How blessed the humans must be to eat and cherish every bite of the juicy apple, sweet!’

Thoughts of the pristine lake and the apple sweet
Unheard by the deer, prancing under the tree