There is magic in rice cereals.
They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan,
and soon become snowy cool Delphinium.
Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth,
a mug-full keeps you cool in summer.
Roasted rice is fluffy and light,
par-boiled pressed rice- ready to eat.
Have these as your breakfast treat
or just munch with evening tea.
Are you thin, have insomnia?
Fill your tummy in tones of rice
to gain weight and have peaceful sleep.

8thy May, 2017.

When mountain snow melts
Birds of paradise spray hues
Warm air rushes in
Young hearts share warmth
World regains activities

(Tanka Poem)- 2nd May, 2017.

Oh, stop talking!
Day and night
uproar, uproar,
useful thoughts
are swayed away,
your 'I' inundates
my ear, room, existence..

Listen now
the whisper of air,
reply of dancing leaves,
songs of Robin,
flattering of bees,
and tunes of a lover's
rosy heart.

You will find in my flood of words
a contrast between the two.  

27th April, 2017.

I am a flyover between two eons.
My world of tender senses
depict a brilliant flower garden
static as an artist's ace.

The other world is a kaleidoscope.
Colors and shapes fast change imprints
conflict between the static and dynamic
make me a vulnerable warrior.

Providence, please lift anchor.
I want to steer my dear boat,
cross horizon and live forever
in the sphere of speed, comfort.

23rd. April, 2017.

This mask shows you- what I am not,
glorifies beauty and hides dark spot.
I can scare you with this tool,
simply loot you or make you a fool.
It forms a part of my daily attire
I leave home with it and remove as I retire.

17th April, 2017.

Our age is a deciduous tree,
sheds yellow desires every year
makes room for new ones
in the spring of  opportunity.

Some desires resemble oak leaves,
cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms
like our plans, albums, possessions.
Alas, trees can't expand like us for new desires!

Age and tree deviate at summer's end.
Age teaches to seek nectar of life..
Desires leave slough of leaves
and follow age as a sincere dog.

8th April, 2017.

The God-man said,
'We think too much but feel and act too little.
To have peace, come to us and donate;
when you give, you get His bliss.'

The professor at Art College demonstrated
how brush strokes can change thoughts to feelings.
'We think too much but feel and act too little,
in all art forms, feeling is a diamond resting on thought.'

'Have you ever found someone like you,
who think too much but feel and act too little?
Idle people and psychopaths are victims of dry thoughts,
Come out of hibernation, feel and act'- once told my papa.

Now I'm out of frustration
and exchange activities for earning.
'We think too much but feel and act too little' is a proverb to me.
I don't have time to think but feel and act for my dependents only.

4th April, 2017