Hollow silhouette
Mysterious, shines the orb
Enchanted strands lit

We strive to manage, what we can control
And control
what we manage

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

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

*I come here and I go
Catch me if you can
Says HP…
Every now and then it keeps doing this
Out of habit, I believe

It doesn’t feel good at all
Now, who is listening, are they…
It’s like speaking into a void

Makes me anxious
It has happened in the past
No mystery, it will happen again

I come here and I go
Catch me if you can
Says HP… that’s true
I believe in it

Be a part, don’t depart
No pain no gain
Says HP…
I come here and I go
Catch me if you can
Says HP….

It was the road
Not the walk initially
Then it was the walk
And then the question
That arose
Is it worthwhile ??
It stayed for a while
And then it froze
The doubt
That was
Not worthwhile
Every walk may not lead
You to a rose
And every road
May not lead
To a destination
As planned
The journey matters
So do the learnings
The experience of
A different chapter
On a different note

Tears you shed
For the lack of gifts
Wishing for one and some-more
Stuck in the greed of forever more

Life it is
You have been tricked
It bestows upon you
The choicest of all
And watches from afar

The gifts you owned
And the greed for more
Bringing in a abundance
Of evermore

Sky high
The inventory you see
What do you do
How do you stack
The cloud is full

Stuck in the forevermore
Be free and learn to shape shift
There is wisdom in those gifts
May you gain and secure

No wings
Attached to strings
In the sky
Blue or colourless
The colourful kite
Learns to fly

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

The life of the dew

In the morning

On the flowers, beautiful it looks

To the human eye

To condense and collect

To drop as a dewdrop

To holdback, it knows not

On this earth, it lets go

In the morning hours upon the grass

As there is sunlight up the sky

Beautiful, the life of a dewdrop

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

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

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?

Blue and green
Side by side
glittered in the dark
Achromatic leaves on the trees
Golden yellows
Glowed in the back
Festive lights glow through the night
Colours never fail
In their journey of spreading light

Sometimes sappy
Mostly happy

Together
Apart

The sappy tries
Happy has its own time

Give them their space
Know yours well
The boundaries and fences
Keep them flexibly strong

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

Like
Truth or dare
Pandemic
Or
The plane
At home ground
Broken into two

Destiny decides

To Live or die

The fate preordained

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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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

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

Ribbons of rains
A translucent sheet
Papery streamers
Down the streets

Children dream
Of castles and moats
To sail their
white paper boats

Yesterday’s flowers
Colour the pathway
For every passerby
As they take a final bow

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

Brimming with cubes
Happiness poured minty chilled
Summer lemonade

Mixed group migrations

Zebras  Antelopes and Wildebeest
      Sprinting
Across the breathtaking Savannahs.

Survival Instincts....

'A new life
to learn survival skills .....
Everything on the go.

A new born calf learns to sprint within 7 minutes of being born.

Window period ...
testified by the predators.

A couple of days in life
Good to give competition to the
Adults in the herd .

"Anew , Life's Lesson Learned "

Reason
Barely could stand
The presence of
Ignorance

But used it
As and when needed
To reason
With the ignorant

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

One Fine Day
The Mind Resolved
"No more Documenting
The Thoughts"

"Why would it be That...."
Questioned
The Heart

The Mind
Reasoned
" With all that Beating
You always End Up Breaking "

Misty waterfalls
And mud trails
Mountains covered in green
Like the meadows
As you climb up the top
You savour corn on the cob
Roasted on charcoal
A zing of lemon, butter and herbs
While taking in the view of the valley down
Moments to minutes, gentle hours
Memories in old photographs

Grey velvet carpet
Neon white and yellow lights, fogged mirrors
Slow and heavy, loads snarl
Crimson red beeps light in the dark
Stop the sign, the green a distant dream
Far and outstretched the limbs of illogicality
Narrow the side walk of rationale

A woman has it all
A woman who believes
In her own strength

She can build
And break if she wants
The false
And truths
In her castle so strong

A flower in the wild
No vase can contain
A flower so tame
Beautifies every vase

Moments can break her
Archiving some
She knows to make moments
To enliven her

Giving wings to her thoughts
Voicing the same
Stringing them in a garland
Of compassion for all

A woman has it all
A woman who believes
In her own strength

Why do we feel sad
When good things come to an end
Difficult to accept
Everything is transient
The sense of loss
Sinks in fast
Forgetting the happiness it brought

Why is it said
Everything that happens is for good
When
None of the experiences lasts
New avenues, do await
But
How do you move on

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

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

Pockets of sunshine
Shimmering rainbow, some rain
Verdant harmony


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Peace of mind
Is seldom bought
Nevertheless
A piece of mind
Can be freely earned
Reap as you sow
or not

The sunbeams held the trees in a big embrace
The little plants and shrubs held hands
And smiled with grace
The sun set its focus on the mountains and the valleys
The river water flows through the rock crevices, a spray of mist, made a rainbow in sunshine
The clouds float over the mountains, one silken veil of white
The Sunlit valley, the tall mountains and the beautiful landscape, the rains keep them all spotlessly green

Left alone on the highway
Close to the high rise
Two Banyan trees
Alone, yet side by side
Branches stretched upwards, towards the sky
The birds make nests
Birthing sweet melodies
Every morning as the sun crests

Dusty in summer
Their life spared
Reminiscing times
Of the forest  
That was thriving green

Missing the younger ones
And many a comrades
Deemed unimportant
As trees
Who lost the battle
To the concrete

The Cremains
Shall find
A Resting Place
In
The Tranquil Godavari

Marking The End
Of
The Mortal

Until Then
In
Peace
I shall find
Home

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

Little white bird inscribed in a blue sky
Daily tweets

White circle inscribed in a square, instant frames, magenta stories

White’n blue, face in a book
What’s on your mind

Pure black ink, on a white page
Thoughts and words

Last of its remains, hung
The yellow leaf
precariously strung on the the tender yellowed stem
As the yellow copper pod flowers
Came down along with the rains
On the vibrant green leaves
And fell on the pavement clean


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Time lost
Never regained
Thoughts lost
The essence
No words can retain

Health is wealth
Powerless bench
No reason to rhyme

Time will seal all, with a word called heal