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

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

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
🎄🎄

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

A Live Cauldron
The Soul
Enshrined
No Wonder it Shines

Blue and white
Black and white
Monochromatic
Or rainbow like

Cold and numb
Warm to fuzzy
Systematic
Cognitive overdrive

Day and night
At will
Unflinching
Rhythmic
Serpentine

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

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

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

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

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 !!

In the distance
On the highways
I hear the trucks
Silently unmask
Everyday challenges

Socially distant
Carrier of loads
For smooth
Functionality
Silent
Driving force

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

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

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 .

A whiff of salty air
Wayward breeze flipping your hair
Mirthful birds
dart into the waves for a quick bite of fish
The sun smiles with a orange glow
As it takes a bow, at the horizon

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

Giving in to their pretences
Follow every word they say
Blame the heart
Knows the only way

The heart
Believes and trusts, so rust it must
Lies they give and shelf the truth
That’s their truth, and rust it must

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.

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

It Comes uninvited
The stress
Holds one in its embrace
No
It has no grace

Listening skills it has poor
To let go
It hears not ,no more

The victim breathes faint
To fend it off at the slightest
One may ask

Mercy

Its a Herculean task
It comes uninvited
The monstrous stress

Colours in the sky
Blend into the blue

Golden yellow
The mellow sun

Bids adieu
Slides to the west

Slender and tall
The shadows fall

Sudden rains
A little downpour

Shiny wet
The platform gets

Daily
Life goes on

Moments to moments
Faces change

It’s a journey
Destinations await

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....

Crimson red roses
Arresting the sweet Fragrance
Antique silver bowl

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

The distilled quiet
Quite a sign of disquietude

The sun shines bright
Overcast skies eclipses the light

In the shell the baby bird thrives
Invisible shells hard to break

Glass, transparent as can be seen
Breaks into shards, toughened or not

Distance, not in metrics
It’s the words, absence or otherwise

Parallel lines, forever run along
A journey, towards the end, begins

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

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

The mind is infinite
The core of our inner being
The world it shows
Admirable and to truly believe
Like nobody knows
Need not know
Connected and righteous in its own rights
For the world to believe in you
The truth of being true to self
For the truth, does wrong to none

As the wild & wide ocean believes in self
Rumbles and roars
From the deepest part of its core
It never depletes
The sun, the moon and the wind
Eternally bound, the bond
Replete
The inner circle of life
Oceanic core infinite

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

Hope
Lay in silence
Rebuked and renounced

Abandoned
Feeble its voice
But fair

Frail
Its hands, paints
Patterns of life

Silence and hope
Have a pattern
They paint

Bright
Colour on the walls
Drew grace

Hope resurfaced

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 .

Iridescent wings, the butterfly sings
Purple sunbird, makes round trips to the marigolds, and flutters by the hibiscus
In moments of flight and being still
The wings sing a symphony mid air
A pattern of life and flight
As the eagle appears in the sky


🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🦋

A pattern of change
Myriad colour leaves fall
Bespoke nature song

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

Visibly hiding
Behind the words
The emotions
By the empty
Unheard

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