Eventful the day, gave it all away  
To whoever, claimed as theirs
The minutes it had

Bright and beautiful, the sun
Rose as high as it could
To brighten up every corner

The trees grew green
Uncountable leaves could be seen
Sun had to give into the shade

The evening sighed
A sigh, it knew was all it could keep
As it met the night

The night had promises to keep
To the stars in the midnight sky
And to the day of evermore

✨
Midas touch of Sun
Sunny side up , yellow white blooms
Balmy morning in March

Bees and birds flap wings
Feasting on the sunny side up
Flowers of summer

The backyard is merry
Green grass and grasshoppers blend
A colour divine
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Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

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

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

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

A warm sunny smile
Sun sweeps up the naughty clouds
Rays of swift sunshine

Yellow rays, swept off the sky

Light Showers through the grey

There goes another day

Rustling leaves gambol
Smile, as the wind sweeps them high
Fragile, and at peace


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The syllable slid
Into the wild, fragrant words
Spread in pithy verse

A day, a week
Months on a row
Unburdened by the show
They go

Dates to keep
To pass, and sweep
The crumbs, away

In the moment, and for
The quiet, in the humdrum
Forever stays
In absolute state

Pitchers and plants  
Watering and nurturance,
Symbiotically thrive
no pitcher plants
In place

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

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?

We don't speak often
We don't meet often
That doesn't mean that the care for one another is lost.
Testing times are the ones when
Brotherhood, neighbourhood
And most importantly Friendships
comes to the fore !!
And that is what
humanity
and neighbourhood is all about !!

Yes, for you
Brother
Carlo C Gomez

Thoughts find words
But unsettled the home ground
The words lost in a void
Voice of many hearts quietened by the fall
Thanks for collecting many mid air
In your basket of love
And safely finding a place for all
My gratitude to you
Thank you for all that you do
Be blessed with the best 🙏

A lunch meet planned
A month in advance
The Reservations done

Late to the venue by a few minutes
The stares  and glares by all
Yet I grin ear to ear
Giving a high five to one and all

Yes
Your
childhood school friends
Make a better part of your growing up years

Meeting friends is always a big perk
Good  food and music adds to the revelry

Times spent together having fun
Reminiscing old memories, making new ones

To miss any such meet
well I am certainly not the one

In fact always look forward to return
To More get togethers and all the fun

Nick
The cat who loves to pose
Little striped tail
black and white
Neatly curled upon its paws
His eyes are grey,
shades of adorable green
Camera friendly
Looks straight into the lens
It visits all homes, and freely roams
Meows and purrs
And, loves to be cuddled
The alley cat, so sweet#


,

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

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

Years Ago ,
A leaf
Presented by my Niece ,
Nurtured and Nourished
Weeded and Pruned
The Plant ,
Vivacious and Green
This time of the year
Gloriously blooms

Bhrama Kamal
'Queen of the Night'
A beauty Rare
Mystic and Divine

Twilight ,
Your beauty Unveils
Milky white Petals Slowly Unfurl
A translucent Sheen
Makes my Spirit Gleam

By Midnight,
Your beauty Shimmers
The gentle breeze of the night
Wafts
The  fragrance of the Exotic Blooms
Into the Rooms

The scintillating Blooms
In Harmony with The beauteous Moon
Cast  a Spell
For me
And
The Starlit Sky to Revel

Your beauty all Divine and Pure
Wilts Away
Shying
The Dawn
The Sun enchanted
By The Magical Dream
Lost in The Mystical Allure

The cuckoo with its red beaded eyes feasted upon the red seeds from the champaka tree
While the crow waited for its turn
A couple of parrots
And  baby mynahs too
All of them live in peace and harmony
Sharing from the same tree

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

All summer through
Little brother trees
And
The gusty
Big sister breeze
Played in the sun
They had ample fun

The little boy trees wore a dusty crust
And shower, they must
Lest their leaves , yellowed
Transpire to rustle in summer heat

A drizzle nor a sprinkle
Mother rain
Chose to shower
The mode she set to power
Drenched and dripping wet
The little boy trees with trembling leaves , sneezed

The cool
Big sister breeze
Lovingly caressed
And blow dried
The little brothers trees

Fresh and perfumed
The little boy trees
Stood tall in trousers brown
And
Lovely, minty green coloured tees

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

The Heart speaks a language
clear
The Mind limits it with a veil
sheer

The Heart prismatic
A luminaire
The Mind enigmatic
Vision threadbare

Unfathomable
The depth
Of
The Heart
The Mind feels shallow within

The gleaming copper  water ***
Joyfully dances beneath the gurgling spout
Scrubbed clean, empty its core
Aged, over the decades had some mighty falls
The dents and scratches on the outside
Over the years, no days to recall
A silvery sheen, it wears
Slaked the thirst of many a souls
A life fulfilled, brimmed and drained
A timeless inscription, the ownership date, tenderly engraved

The new day rose
Promises it kept to the red rose
Rose with sparkles of sunshine

A white perfumed carpet
The jasmines lay
On the green grass

As the dusk fell
The birds knew their homes
Warm and welcome, close

In the cold winter’s night
The day and its moments
Forever froze

🌿🌿

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

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 Verbose Heart Speaks

The Mind Nonchalant
    Asserts
Won't Process

The festive season soon to begin
No matter what the rains have to pour
Can’t dampen the spirit of festivities
Mother goddess, the divine
Will protect and provide
Empower and inspire
In days ahead
Of unwavering sunshine

Rhythmic drop of beats
Slow
Hollow beads
Into the well of wealth
Cascade
Seeds of eventide
Sow
A slow tempo
Sweet crescendo
Waves and vibes
Shimmer and shine
Echoes
Of vibrant times

The sun, handsome in a blazing golden striped suit
The birds and busy bees sip on the nectar from the colourful flowers
The trees sway to the sweet song of the breeze
The Koel happy and gay, sings its sweet song in May
But,
My eyes wait for a glimpse of the elusive bird
Know not its form or feathers, hidden in the trees
Sings a rhythmic sweet song from dawn to dusk

Visibly hiding
Behind the words
The emotions
By the empty
Unheard

A Thought
Is
Moment in Time
Lost
If not Captured

The Arabian Sea
A sprightly sight to behold
The cascading Sunbeams veil the sea in a platinum shimmer
The gusty wind blows
Sparkling diamonds roll up on the ocean waves
The golden Sun unravels the beauty of the bejewelled Sea

The picturesque Mumbai Skyline  
Gloriously, rises up in the evening Sky

The mellowed Sun ,beauteous as an orange Rose
Leisurely dips down at the horizon
The Sky cools down to Prussian blue
The stars glimmer across the sky in the dim lights
It's showtime

Bedazzled
I quietly sit and watch the magical scenes unfold

I refuse to read
The same fake story twice
The emotions overpriced

Each time I try to get familiar
With the many characters
Stranger they become

Permanently masked
Hollow faced
No place for a heart

No inferences to derive
Learnings flattened
Morally deprived

Once a learner
Slowed down by the bends
The fake story with no ends

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

🔥
🌿🐾🌿

The flowers knew it was their end

The flowers knew their life was short

There was no way through

The flowers knew their way through

The flowers knew their way to the end

They knew it was worthwhile

They smiled to the end

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

Unburdened by the past
Heralding the future
A blend of ancient and the modern
History swirls
Rock solid walls
A fortress to beckon
A hint of glitter
Glamour and gold
Glimpses of the old
Refurbished  and restored
Manicured gardens
Perfect leaves
And trees
Branches bow down in rows
Bound by boundaries
Through centuries
The fort
Open to the commoners
The royals once owned

In the path of truth
The frail, sieve out, to seek their own
Test of conscience, guide the rest

It's about time
We celebrate
A Happy Human Day

Women slog it out
And men do it ,too

Managing the house
Raising kids together
Doing the chores
And helping each other
Each and every day

It's about equality
That we speak
Then Why not today
Happy that we are born ,
Human
Time we celebrate
Each and every one
And let the day be
The Happy Human Day

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