I respect myself
So do you

Age is just a number
We all know that

But still we respect
That’s how it is done

Better late than never
We learn
We have to that’s the norm

There are ways to win a war

No more fencing with you
I have crossed the fence

I lay my armour down
I respect the domain

In our heart of hearts
We knew
The boundaries were meant to be

I respect mine
My sanity I reclaim

Neither in the mustard fields
Nor on the sandy shore
Undocumented
The story lay bare

Unabated, the winds
Blew away everything that was

Heavy blanketed
The night sleeps hazy, cozy
Yet another day
Wordless
The thoughts dream

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

Sometimes, in the early hours of December
It drizzles, just a little bit
The dew remembers
And does not complain
As it knows how moody is the rain
The dew quietly goes down the green grass
Into the soft brown mud, its resting place
Early next morning
It glistens and gives out a smile
As it loves the sunshine

The blue bird flies
Colours of its feathers
Merges with the sky

Golden ribbons shimmered
Through the trees
Blue bird, mid air whirs, catches a fly

The blue bird sings
Verditer Flycatcher, the name
That’s my name, my name, my name

Upturned umbrellas
Wind and rain
Missing raincoats
Take shelter and walk again

Scooting off through puddles
Splashing water on fellow motorists
Why should little kids have all the fun

Slippery mossy tiles
Earthworms, friends of the farmer
Not mine, touched them once
Never again, yikes

Heading back home
Yes it’s fun getting wet in the rain
Being a child again

Literally ,
Legally Labeled A Literate
Little less Literate in Literature

A Treatise
On
Tracing Towering Twirling
Thoughts on the Threshold

Winsome Words Wielded
Well Wrought  And
Welded In Wondrous Wares

To know
Is to believe
What’s understood

That
What’s known
Not understood
Does one Believe....

In their paper skin
Under the burning sun
Smile the paper flowers
In bracts, pink and white
purple or orange
Colourful red,
never fade or bleed
Evergreen in their woody homes
They fly with the wind
In their paper skin

The moon, shy and demure
In her peaches and cream finery
Appears into the faint blue sky
Glides up delicate and slow
As the sky turns midnight blue
Soon she changes hue
Rises in full glory
As she goes up the charcoal sky
amongst the twinkling stars to stay
Now in a fiery orange glow

Revolutionary the heart
Evolves to change
Lost
The old charm

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
🌿🌿

A Thought
Is
Moment in Time
Lost
If not Captured

What’s beauty that is captured
In frames
Youthful exuberance
Trapped
In evergreen bottles
Translucent
The potion for immortality
Sought and sold
For
Weary souls and brittle bones  
opaque the vision
Fractal-intrusions

Profundity In Verses
Perfect Tenses

Pretty Indent
Pulsating In Content

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

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

Busy life
Riveting thoughts
Sometimes in my mind lost

Vulnerable
Have my inhibitions and fears
Truthfully
Fearless in my conduct
Intimidating to some
Intimidated by few

Loved and despised
The reason same
Being me
Can’t change for any

Independent, I, alone
Together
Belongs to we and us all

It’s ok not to be understood
Many mini me
Integrated into one
Quirky and complicated, it is to be

While I know of
What’s seen in plain sight
Sometimes missing the hidden insight

Feminist in my beliefs
Only to reconfirm and believe
That equality is for one and all

To live and love all
Always will and believe
Yes A Woman
That is me :)

Footprints in the sand don’t last long

Clingy wet mud, lightly does one trudge
The footprints fudged

Fine grained mud, one walks slow, soon to dust the footprints turn

The paws that tread on the wet concrete, footprints one
too many...

Permanent
the unknowns left

Happenings that have to happen
Control none can't have , ever
Good and bad
By chance
Happenings , that have to happen
Control none can't have, ever

The heart does try multitasking
One two three ,snapping
Out of tune go the heartstrings

The Mind takes cognizance of the situation
Takes the heart for a mini vacation
Fine tuned the aberrations
The heart pumping back to the beats of happy notation

The Heart and The Mind
Do the Jive
Happy ,The Heart
Keeps ,The Mind alive

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

Flowers simmer
In summer, a relief
April showers

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

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

Bird in the blue sky
Tiny wings, aims to fly high
Up the mountains, tweets

The wind dancers, green
Painted toes brown, dainty feet
Planted in the mud

Mind O Mind

The Mind is jobless
At times reckless
Always boundless
On a flight of thoughts
No looking back
Racing away

'The Heart'
has  to pick up the pace
In slow whispers

Urges

'The Mind'

To hold on
Cool down
  
Again

Now faster ,
losing its own breath

'The Heart'
beats faster
          
Urging

Oh please, 'Mind O Mind'

Hold on
Cool down Cool down....

'The Mind'
finally slows down
Cools down
Winks on
Now both at the same pace  

'The Mind and The Heart'
In Tandem.


Phew ...

With my interests in tow
And my feelings bottled in an anti spill jar
I set out for places afar

Marinating emotions
By the ocean

Consumed by the sea

To sink in the view
From the ocean’s blue

Timely wrapped
To make a word wrap

Saves a thought
From a word drought

Survival from the swamp
No word ever goes damp

This year played some sad song
To hear happy ones, we all do long
Hope, everyone stays safe and strong

May we take slow and steady steps
And say yes, to life and living
May life play many lovely songs

The tempo in rhythm with the beat of every heart
My prayers for everyone
To be with loved ones and celebrate this precious life
Merry Christmas, dear all
🎄🎄

Insecurity Instills
'Fear Of Loss'
Security Walks
'Free Of Possessions'

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

Hazy muddy puddles
Glorious smiles brown and clear
Children frolic’n roll

Joining the dots
What will
It be
Will be a blot on the paper
A word a sentence
A poem perhaps

There it was
Flipping the pages
Was it the wind
True to itself
The sounds create
The rhythm
Too perfect

What do I say
I know
What do I say

Can it be the same
Will it be
As it was
Joining the dots

True to itself
The rhythm
Will they
The words
Make a line
A sentence

What do I say
Perhaps

Joining the dots

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

Mind -heart -soul
Makes  One whole
Each play A Role

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

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

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

Thoughts have a mind of their own
Effervescent their essence
Some like words
Some pretend
Some sail past
Few have to be executed
Some need action
Past their prime
Some evade words
Ever changing thoughts
Like waves and clouds
Make shapes
Soundless, ever present

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