Shadows
Early in the morning it’s  bright
Making me feel upright
The day progresses
The shadow now short and stout
Reminding me that the Sun is mighty and I must crouch
Evenings are pleasant, the shadow tall and exploring
Expelling any kinds of self doubt
Never ever leaving
Except in the dark

Shadows and Reflections
Thrive in the Bright Light
And
Under the Warmth of The Sun

Shadows and Reflections
Best of Friends
Together they Frolic
By the Shore On the Beach
Playful and fun
Under the Warmth of The Sun  

Shadows and Reflections
Dread
The Pitch Dark
As ghosts Loom and Lark
Without , The Bright Light and The Sun

Shadows and Reflections
Fear not The Dark
Together , will They Be
Promised
The Bright Light and The Sun

Pretty little birds
Leaves and light shadows on ledge
The morning twitter

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

Confetti and streamers
The music played by the universe
Oh so free
Never heard, deeply felt
Slow on the breeze in a second to freeze
Distant temple sounds of conches
Sacred Chants
Little bells jingle mid air
No strings simply free
Of mossy trails
Snow stilled lakes
Vast expanse
Not one soul to dance
Free untouched
No trails to follow
Nor to leave
Magically written
And erased on the glassy slate
Never seen yet closely known
The trees of ancient world
The bark thick and strong
A house to dream
Ten storied tall, lasts long
A place so cool, full of warmth
Of the cashmere shawl
Paisley embroidered wrap around
In colours of the valley flowers
Shikara dreams

A Live Cauldron
The Soul
Enshrined
No Wonder it Shines

The sun set right behind him
While he tried to match his steps
Busy, the last hours of the daylight has always brought him the best
His lens captured the shining moments
As the sun set


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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’s silence
Is often spoken about, by others

Silence is peaceful
Often misunderstood by the clamorous

The silence told
Often brings discomfort to the hearer

Silence is manifold
Manifests itself to the bearers

Promises it has kept

In fine latticed silver chain
Cascading, tiny silver bells

The paisley leaf hook, embellished with
pearls and semi precious stones
Antique and pure, the melody
The charm and chimes of the bells
Sparkling silver anklets
Held memories of occasions prime

Bespoke vintage jewellery

From silversmiths of old repute and times
Generations of happiness
Strengthening bonds

Silver wings, magical bird
No flapping around
High fives the clouds
Nautical miles it scales
Many aboard, feel safe
In the bluest of blue skies, it peaks
Amongst the fluffy clouds
Freedom it seeks
Nose dives like a song
Silver wings, magical bird
Lands safe

Without forming notions
I observe
Striking
Similarities in people
Coming from different walks of life
Different sensibilities
Similar inclinations
Different
Yet alike

Winning and Losing
Are moments
Sometimes
Just moments apart

Trying are the times
And try we must
To put in our best efforts

Failures
Lures one, for more trials
And a desire to reach goals
Success

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

Love the sloth in my mind
Busy sloth-ing away it’s time
The cheetah, somewhere around
Slogging away all the while
The two at loggerheads
Tearing up my heart
The Mind, a multitasker
The Heart put to tasks
Time to summon the tortoise
I surmise

Restless times
The mind
Wearing out thin
Being truthful to self
Happy and sad
Two states
Trying to embrace
Every day
Not the same
Uncertainty
And impermanence of the winds
Withstanding the storm
The silence within
Claims the calm

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

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

Someday
One day
This bad gateway will lead
To the end
Of the words
No one writes
No one reads
No posts
In any order
It could be

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

Lost in my thoughts
Found in my mind
Sometimes in words
If The Mind opines

Mind Aligns Magnetic Poles
        Seeks Directions
                  From
           Heart And Soul

Do not suggest me
On what to follow
You have eaten the cookie
Better clean up the mess
No crumbs on my floor
Suggest me not
Leave no trace
I’ll hide and remove unnecessary suggestions
I know what I want
And can take my own decisions

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The good and the bad, we have it all

Riddled by insecurities, the good escapes

The mask of duplicity, beguiles the stray

Lacking in empathy, losing every way

Sheer, is the veil of the soul, free flowing

Embellished with the goodness of love

Let it shine & let it glow

Be at peace

Never let it go
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Mossy green, old concrete roof

The rains had drilled and trilled in holes

A lone green made its way up

Canopying the place, its home

The little squirrel enjoyed its nutty meal
Happy it squealed
The preying bird perched high in the tree
Happy, enjoyed its meal
As the squirrel squealed its last
While the little squirrel lived its nutty fruity dream

Shoulders slouch

The limbs attached to the strings
In hands of the puppeteer

Do the dance, or do not bend

There is a chance
You dance

Or learn to ignore

The hands of the puppeteer

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Brilliance of the light
Reflected by the miniature chips
In chiseled geometric stars
Mysterious and magnetic
The energy source
A burst of radiance

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A sloth and a cheetah
both in my mind
Assuming roles as per the need of the time
Happy in their spaces defined .

Enter the monkey
always up to its antics
Wanting to colonize the mind
Seeking all the spaces defined

The sloth and the cheetah
Unperturbed
Happy in their spaces defined :))

Sun rolls down
Weaves a multicoloured carpet
Fades away in the fringes
It’s dark

Towering
Amused
Being placed
At such a height
Overlooking the majestic Sarovar Dam
Musing at the distant past
Hands by the sides
Never forgotten
The Iron Man
For the world to see
Statue of unity

The thoughts invisible
Invincible the cape of words
Now they haunt

Between keeping mum
And wanting to express
Lies the lies of quiet

Sometimes I write a lot
The Words, written
Sound better
Than the spoken

Strange is the world of words
Spoken and written
Both heard

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

Stress
A thief
Visits brief
Steals energy
Signature
Imprints deep

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

Brimming with cubes
Happiness poured minty chilled
Summer lemonade

In confinement
My heart sings a song
The summer sings hot
Cool and quiet, the rains
Will come drumming
The pitter patter song

Dazzled by the sun
The sea sparkles and smiles
And gently lifts a wave to its friend
The sun moves on westward
Leaving a little shade behind
The sea gives out a sigh
Stays still eastward bound
The passing breeze
Tickles mischievously
And the sea smiles again
Ripples and waves
The birds make a faint shadow above
And dive deep to pick a fish
Before they retreat for the evening
Unmoved the sea waves
And prepares to welcome the moon

Mural on the wall
Tiny footprints on the lawn
Joyous, kitten sprints

Dreams bloom from the sunny sunflowers
Fragrant in their wake, a burst of colours
Rain sprinkled
A canvas, ready to be framed
Nurtured in the streams, by rivers and lakes
Questions none
who harboured them
Or how many

The sky looks great
When the sun is up
And the clouds are late
Spilling bright threads
Doing crochet patterns along the vast blue
Slowly, curling back into a ball of white
Swathing the sun
In rose gold silks

Blue periwinkle

Rim of gold, oval brass ***

Sunlit patio


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