Crimson red roses
Arresting the sweet Fragrance
Antique silver bowl

A pattern of change
Myriad colour leaves fall
Bespoke nature song

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

Perfection
As an Art
Rehearsed
To Perform
Everyday Tasks
with Ease

But ,
Behold,
Uncertainty
Is The Task
No Release

Precisely,
How does one perfect that !!

Redolent flowers

Millions of butterflies hung

Golden yellow blooms

Leafy boughs
Cradle the sol
Into calm repose

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

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

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

I have always had an aversion to it
I would blurt out the worst
If you would show me pretence
Of care
Of love
Of togetherness
Of being one
No no don’t do that
I am old now
Enough to understand
Pretence
I won’t blurt out things
I wouldn’t put up to it
My duties fulfilled
There I am done
Now I know
Pretence

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....

My flaws are perfect
My mistakes are perfect
Makes me more human .

The dictionary defined perfect
It can't and never be me
Wants me to be flawless .

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

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

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
🌿🌿

Today as I try
I don’t have the words
Yet, can’t express
I call him and say
Happy Father’s Day
And wish him the best
As he has been to us
Thank you

It took them months
To design and construct
The Boundary walls

A message of encouragement
And hope
Painted in bright colours

Scaled within minutes
The children wanted to play football
On the playground

Many times I have emptied my mind of the negative thoughts
They keep seeping in through cracks
Heavy the heart, slumps and bears the weight

A soul full of love, I try and keep with a dash of positivity
Seeking a balance between the trio
Mind-Heart-Soul
To keep me whole

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

Maybe destiny

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

A boon or a bane
Not all same .

          Boon              
Knowledge one can gain

Connecting people across the globe  
VoIP calls ....

Hello Poetry

Information travelling across in packets ,bits and bytes ..
Sending receiving retrieving...

Shopping at the click of a fingertip
Don't really have to
push the cart
across the mart.

Bane
Can be addictive
Making one Insane .

Games played  online
Children  and adults
Occupied big time ...

Causing
Internet Addiction Disorder
Leading
Straight to a rehab.


The Only Respite
**Moderation.

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

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

Yes we need reminders for special days to be celebrated .

Birthday
For  Life .

Mother's Day
To celebrate
Who has given us birth and our very own
Life.

Earth Day
So as to not forget
That we have
To Live

And to remember our existence
Is was and will depend on

Our Mother Earth.

How we use our resources and restore and respect what nature has offered
    and

Will

continue to do so .

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Visibly hiding
Behind the words
The emotions
By the empty
Unheard

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

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

Too lost
To find
Words, far behind

Bridges everywhere
No destination
Destined

Spaces built
Indoors empty
Felt

Don’t look deep
The end‘s nowhere
To find

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

Fossilised pale leaves
Reflection on the window
On trees lively green

🍂🍃

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

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

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 !!

Orange huts
Fresh coat of paint
The colour that held the conical shaped
wooden frames
Lined by coconut and palms
The coastal land
Rainforest canopy
Tropical island
The bricks in white
Struck slant in the ground
Forming rows
On the pathway
At leisure rode
The valiant horse
Late evening when the tides came in
The sea swelled with the golden moon

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

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 !!