You know what you want
And do what you like
That is choice

Life gives you what it likes
You do as it demands
And what is right

A balance knows
It is right
When it equally divides

My part of the world
Knows not who you are
A talent beyond words
Rhyming life in your lyrics
Effortless you sing your songs

Tom Waits
Why I never heard you before
Now I love your songs
And want to listen to some more
Forevermore

Talk not about me like this
Lady you never heard me before
And now you speak of my songs
As if you been a fan of, all life
Don’t  flatter me now

In this world there is misery enough
As I drive down the ghost town
Fearless eyes and lies, I see
Scary for people to cope
So, in my songs I sing of hope

“Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children alone”

The canvas on the easel
Meadows and the mountains, ashen sky
Painting her passion
The artist
Captured in a frame

Cherry blossoms bloom
On the magnificent trees
Bend over the pink picket fence

Reflection of the sun
In the glassy forest lake
Glints with a silver sheen

The sun is hazy, and the sky sometimes
Turns to a shade of cherry pink
A lovely cheer it brings

Misty roads, lead to old town stores
Prepping up indoors
for the tourists soon at their door

Mid-November
Ushers in the festival
Cherry blossom pink

Sugar and Spice

The moments of Happiness

Stolen from Mundane

Sifted from the Rigour

Tempering Done

Sweetning Some

Happy the Moments

Savoured every Flavour

Sugar and Spice

Blooming
In the darkest of hue
Brightest of colours
Vibrant orange, magenta and red
Summer’s at its peak
The flowers speak

Gulmohar’s orange glow
Like a sweet memory
Of summer retreat
A bouquet one can never hold

Bougainvilleas
Sigh on the lattice
Like cascading rills
Of magenta pinks

Beauteous reds
Roses and Hibiscus
In the garden grow
Tempestuous

How good is the thought
If it doesn’t set you free
The freedom you seek within

How blind can you be
When you already can see
The true side of it

How good is the thought
If it doesn’t set you free
From miseries

When you don’t trust
Your own heart
How will you believe
That you can

There is freedom
In believing yourself
There is freedom
In believing, that thought
That you can believe
In yourself
That inner strength
Assertively
And that freedom sought
Is freedom received

Dreamy clouds spread out wide
Whispers of white
Rumours had no place  
Not a lie
On a crisp blue sky

Catalyst*              
Good to be one in the chemical world !!
But the real world ~ make believe
It takes more than to be a  
catalyst !!
Change is inevitable ,
why resist!!

I had been waiting for so long
For the singer and her songs
And the day arrived for me to watch her perform live
On a Saturday night

She has been on my playlist for more than a year
Her voice so unique, every morning a joy to hear

The stars twinkled in the sky  
The stage a spectacle, alive
She walked in her glittering costume, all glam
Her troupe, by her side, electrifying

In her deep and mesmerising voice
All heart and soul, she sang
The audience entranced, danced

To the pulsating music and strobing lights
Colourful confetti,  rained down on the ground

We lounged, spellbound
As Fireworks illuminated the sky
Culminating in a crescendo of fire and sound
A night to remember, divine

Happiness
The seed
Should not be left dormant
In all it's viability
Let it germinate

The baby sapling
Taking roots
All
Slender and Tender

Help it
Nurture and nourish
Bathe it in the sunshine
Let it flourish

Listen to your heart
Even when it beats feeble
And, it seems no one is listening

Still
There is always something
That’s shining
You see the sun, within

However stylish the face mask
Limitations it has
Don’t mask up your heart

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

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Two planters placed side by side
One big and black
Other one, white and smaller in size
Both stood on brass stands,
with succulent plants
In askance or maybe agreement
Of their shelf life on a display table

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Belong
I let the words
Have a word
Amongst themselves
The one
Which steps out first
Better know
Its way to the sentence
Others in waiting
Are equally eager
To have their day
I mean say
However
All I have
To say
To them
It’s ok
How does it matter
Whichever steps out first
Doesn’t mean
The last one
Will not make it
Every word
Can belong in a sentence
Or can be enough
Even if they stand alone
That’s what
Even a dictionary
Says
Find your own meaning
Your purpose
On the way

Wings of butterfly  

Swallowtails burgundy-green

Leaves on tender stems

Mellifluous and mystical
He passionately plays the flute
The atmosphere divine and serene
Filled with pure harmony

Soulful and rhythmic
She wondrously plays the tabla
Complementing notes to his flute
A perfect symphony

Musically entwined

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

Hello poetry site
Diminishing its light
Brilliant its soul

When it is cold outside
Keeps the thoughts warm
In drafts or posts

To write and read a post
A task, too many times
With diminishing light

What will it take
To light up the site
With a brilliant soul

Methods I keep trying
Safe it works, sometimes fail
Frail the sever, it trails

Through Logins and logouts
And errors found
In history I keep
The latest and trending posts

The homepage sits empty
Many a times
What will it take to light up the site

Hello poetry site
Faint its heart
Breathing slow
What will it take to light up the site
With a brilliant soul

The conscience reserves its right
The mind and the heart abide

You are enough
Enough of you
Are you sure
Obscure

Like a sweet fragrance
It lingers, the memories of your childhood and youth
Vague, some lost to the years
A few remain, un-erasable
Like a mark
An impression on your heart

A part of you that you forgot
A part of you erased
Relived again, even if for a few moments
As you meet friends from school
Recalling the times and some incidents  about each other
Even though fragmented, these memories and moments, like a treasure remain

Breathing light through stained glass, from the school Chappel that we visited
Felt divine and the memory transcends
Even closer to the heart, lest the present buries the past
A promise made to keep in touch
Until we meet again

I tend to forgive easily
But not forget
Internalise, future safe

Insecure people
Believe it or not
Make me shiver in my shell
Sounds like written gossip
But all true

Lost my inhibitions today
One day
Boldly I will say

Quick witted not
Dim witted neither
Absence and presence
A balance

A promise to my thoughts
Will set them free
Words allured me for long
My thoughts, it’s here they belong

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

  🌺

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

Don’t tell me about something
I have always known

Don’t tell me something
I never wanted to know about

Ignorance at will
Ignorance otherwise
Is bliss wonder why

Even in isolation
Be that island
That will be visited and revisited
For the diversity and enriched life
Own it never deny the  luminescence
Revitalise
Shine

Every day
Begins

Everyday
Ends

Beginnings
Are
Like the rising Sun

Someday
The beginnings
May come to an end

Days to remember
In between

Being alone is good
That’s solitude

Left alone
Can be lonely

Felt and left

In the world of thoughts
Play truth or dare, hide and seek
Words are always there

Do not write off someone
Even if you have read the chapters in depth
Your perception wouldn’t be same as that of the author
Their truth matters

Trees stay rooted

Sway in gay abandon

Bracing for the storms

Giving what they can

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

Days forgotten, the ones
Which we, once lived
Fast and thoughtlessly, well thought out
A few months ago

Life slowed down
And the process has led to
Fast escape, to avoid contact
Leading to loss of contact

People these days
Want to meet and greet
To re-establish, what was lost
To concur and live once more

Blue Silken slumber
The lake I see breathes deep, sleeps
The mountain protects

What is perfection
Living up to others expectations
Living the dreamers dream
Navigating the roads
Invisible streams
Following your heart
Or the fallacious

Bridging and balancing

Believing in self
Living and loving
Kindness and compassion
In words and deeds
Is humanity supreme
In my perception
Is perfection indeed

It’s the wisdom of the sky
Even when placed high it never fails to humbly look down

There is much happening everywhere
It knows and recognises in between the clouds

Scattered and collected, the wind, changes the signature of the wispy clouds
The sky remains blue

🌿🌿

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


🔆🌿🌿🔆

Blue periwinkle

Rim of gold, oval brass ***

Sunlit patio


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The little girl
Had kittens and pups to play with
New to life, herself
She knew the only life with them around
All of five, homeschooled
She had friends
Never left alone
Giggles and smiles
Her parents’ delight

Destinations allure
Travels bring the experience
The journey long or short
One takes, for the soul

Clear Shimmering water
Mute swans in the lake
Ripples and trails
Warm glow of the morning star

Mirthful birds, squirrels with nuts
Flying eagles, flapping wings
Cows at the old watering hole
The roads full of people, young and old

Festive, the season, vibrant colours
Orange and pink, rustic blue
The streets adorned
Silver and gold, family traditions hold

Special moments
Not always in words framed
In memories vivid
As long as lived
Cherished

Sunshine yellow
Or perhaps
Mustard hued
The suede jacket
Like an old fading memory
Worn on the outside
Cozy and warm
Reminiscent of a place and time
Long gone
Like the jacket
Once worn
Now frayed

The Moments
Happy and sad
Always the norm
Upheavals
Losing a loved one
Bonding in pain
Resilience in the storm
Togetherness reborn
Wordless moments
Speechless times
Memories old, relived and told
Happier, to the years lost
Is that all
The circus
Circle of life

A woman, she is
Runs her own boutique
Arts and artefacts
She sources from the farthest and deepest parts of the country
Lost in the urban lands
Antique
Precious eyes
She has a penchant for the lost treasures
Restores and redecorates
In her boutique
A life
Dedicated to her only son
Young, at nine
Detected with the dreaded ‘C’
He lived his life
With all the love
Showered by his doting parents
A young boy, with a talent for paper craft
Made unusually beautiful flowers and quilled earrings
Never ever did the pain
Show on his face
Gifted child, knew his time here
Was short
Taken away at sixteen
Made most of it
A happy child
Early, one morning
He left this world
At peace, in his sleep
She lives on
The mother of the child
Finding lost treasures
From the deepest parts

🌿🌿

Green heart, slender tips

Dry skeletal leaf remains

A canvas to paint