Birds on the wire line
In a poetry session sweet
Perched one feet apart

You came to me
Feathered steps
I turned away my eye
Ignorant being
To Ignore you, I never meant to
Busy, routine, you see
You wouldn’t, as you left, the same
Feathered steps
Why do you visit only once
And visitors you’d allow, almost none
Please answer
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Dear thought :)

In your mind
There’s a place
You often drift away to

No eyes peering at you
Oblivious to the crowd
Aware unabated

The din outside
Puts a rest to the one inside
The music silent, faint

The rhythmic beats
The pulse felt, makes sense
The heart awake

Expectations erodes fertile soil
Fertile is the land of acceptance

Let the evil within be annihilated
And grey be restored
Rejuvenated to vibrancy of colours of love

Dispersion of love and light
Through the prismatic heart
Every soul be washed anew
In colours of the rainbow in mirthful hues

Forgive and forget, past hurt
And in the beauty of love, regale
Let’s celebrate
Holi
The festival of colours, harbinger of spring

They are the fierce writers
They ride on horses and write past you
They have rode on this earth before
And wrote with reed on various seeds
Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements
Meadows and the cemeteries
Their favourite haunts

Life Lived Metaphorically
Pun Not Intended Literally
Postulated In Poetry

A moment in time

Black and white

The lens

Timeless the colours

Changing times

To drink the sweet water
Walk up to the river
It seldom streams into your home

Fish  of many colour
Bubbly and sprightly
Princes and princesses of the river
Move in geometric patterns
Up and down the stream
Schooled by the elders
Not to venture out in the dark
And end up as a dinner of the shark

Sneaky the little ones
Break the rules of the school

Fish O Fish
They
Watch the shark pass by
Duck under the big rock
And giggle under their breath
Making puddles of bubbles

Caught in the dark
By the elders of the clan
Reprimanded for their conduct
And brought back to school

A school of fish
No more unruly
Swim in geometric pattern serene
Up and down the stream

Darwin’s theory

Everyone knows it by instincts

If not otherwise

That’s how it was invented

Survival

Yesterday’s words, discarded as chaff
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left

Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught

Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught

Dispassionately detached
The flower from the stem falls
Its fragrance lingers
in the last moments
A life devoted to its deed
In time, with revered passion fulfilled
🥀

Silent whispers
Purple spoke to pink
Lavender winked
Somewhat convinced
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Yellow blush
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough  
To live
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun

Fluid in the race
Words run the marathon

Synaptic connections
Like untapped destinations

Follow the directions
Defying challenges

Sweet and sour
Prudent and extravagant

Kind or sharp
Convey every emotion

Jubilant they dance
On the paper

Start to finish
Run the marathon

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

Little footprints

Up and down, the slide

Merry, they go around

In the park

Swinging

See-Saw, they play

It is strange
How with some people
There is an instant connection
Met a total stranger at a resort
A couple of years back
Connected over music and karaoke night
She sang beautifully and knew the lyrics well
Asked me if I would record it for her on her phone
Sure I did, but forget to switch the camera to rear facing mode
And then panicked as I enjoyed her song
Till date we joke about the recording that she has
We live in the same city
No we haven’t met, since
But never lost the connection with her
We sometimes message and speak

Nobody wanted to learn
Everyone had to attend
Life taught

The lamp on the tree
Hung low and free
Scattering light
Magical fireflies
In a golden bell jar

The pink sky
At sunset, painted fresh
And the beach, at a stretch
Wore a million silver stars

The tall and slender palms
flowery fronds
Stood in a dark grey shiny vase
Straight, some slightly bent

The olive green turtles
Took baby steps
As the blue waves
Crashed on the shore

The road forked
Like the serpent’s tongue
Tales it held, for none to know
Only to be told
By the ones who were bit, once

Fossilised pale leaves
Reflection on the window
On trees lively green

🍂🍃

The rose, red in sun
At prime poised and posed in pots
Fragrant potpourri

🌹

Ignited incense
Sandalwood fragrance lingered
Two doves flew up, free

🌿🌿

Butterflies
Shades of blue, grey, too true
Dancing ferns, irregular patterns
Shade and sun
mellow winter sky
Earthy pearls, flowers and petals
Stories of innocence and fun
Wherever you may go
it lingers
In shapes and forms, distant
Yet evergreen
Under the vibrant sun
Of good old days
fragrant memories

🌿🌿

The heart knows it’s right
The instant it sees a soul
Not through the eyes
It’s all about the vibes
Yes, A friend

People in my heart
Never have to jostle for space
Friends take the special place
All the suites reserved
Yet there are rooms enough
The doors ajar-open
The last door is infinity

Riverfront path, lined with trees
The Temple, fresh flowers and incense
Peculiar the fragrance
Sound of Incantations and ringing bells
From a different time
Distant, yet so closely familiar
The memory of this place

Frozen in a frame
In monochrome
Quintessential the fashion and
The whimsy rains

It allows you not, to dawdle
Gently you are pushed to be a part of the daily cavalcade

A rainy day in the metro
From times retro

When my poems trend
How do they trend
Liked and loved
Lovely comments

Oh the perceptions
And my replies
Love them all

I post ,
Poets and poetesses
Friends
Do the reposts
Oh wow ,
I love the
Merry go Round

And then
The poem shines
On the front page

Alas !!!!
Graded yes Graded
Don't like that at all
A Big Sigh

As it's Snakes and ladders
All the time
And then comes
The great slide
Wow !!!
what a smooth ride
down the ramp
Zoom ....... it slips down

By the time I check
It's like Humpty Dumpty
Had a great fall
And ................,,,,
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty
Lol Lol Lol .........

Oh I did love the
Merry go Round
Yet the slide ride down
Wasn't bad  at all

Being alone is good
That’s solitude

Left alone
Can be lonely

Felt and left

Sprayed and galvanised
Ideas and thoughts, powered
The words fructify

What’s so good about this bad gateway
It chooses to stay
And
With it
Tends to get away

Mirrored thoughts

Silent - Millenial

What do you see

Accord - Discord

    Gap

Tears you shed
For the lack of gifts
Wishing for one and some-more
Stuck in the greed of forever more

Life it is
You have been tricked
It bestows upon you
The choicest of all
And watches from afar

The gifts you owned
And the greed for more
Bringing in a abundance
Of evermore

Sky high
The inventory you see
What do you do
How do you stack
The cloud is full

Stuck in the forevermore
Be free and learn to shape shift
There is wisdom in those gifts
May you gain and secure

No wings
Attached to strings
In the sky
Blue or colourless
The colourful kite
Learns to fly

Hands
A sign of Strength
When stretched out
To
Open gates
For Giving
Shelter
Love and blessings!!

When Folded in
Gratitude
Or
In prayers
Makes for a Heartwarming Picture !!

         For Goodbyes and Hellos          

And

Most Importantly
Life's

Gift

To The Abled
To Work
And
Make a Living !!

The mind, minds no sets

Racing thoughts

The game

The heart all set

Changing mindsets

In sun dappled lawns
Runs a golden rivulet
Copper-pod tree crowns

The lake shimmers in golden velveteen

A gift from the sun, at sundown

The palm trees lined up in rows

The birds flew into the branches

For the gala evening show

🌿✨✨🌿

I see my reflection
In the river, shaky rippling waves, free
Unlike in the mirror, steady, caged

My bright yellow plumage
You see every time
Colours of the summer, shine

Melodious I sing
By the river shore
My twittering song, encore

A passionate dancer , excellent teacher
You possess an innate quality of a master
The one with a discerning nature

You understand the heart of your students
With your dance moves you are prudent

Positive energy flows through the dance floor
when you say one two three four

To the  music I can dance
Folk , never took a chance
You taught the moves and grooves
My fear has gone without a trace
And someday will learn some  grace

On the dance floor
Like a bright star you shone
Sure , one day you will
Run a Academy of your own

Pockets of sunshine
Shimmering rainbow, some rain
Verdant harmony


🌿🌿

Neon lamps lit street
Blurry wet the reflection
Grey clouds haunt the sky