Though out of sight
Yet Somewhere nigh
Was a running stream
Under willow trees high
Delving into nature’s calmness
Was Worthy enough to give a try

Scattered sunlight filtering through trees
Whose serene beauty can’t be defined
Like wide blank pages of life to which
No specific memory could be assigned

Casting aside all melancholic thoughts
Fastening the deliberately tied knots
O my mind! take a pleasant twist
Before everything melts into mist.

Sometimes you’re controlling
but that’s okay
because I know that you love me
and you will always be there
You’re the only one
that has always been there
It’s like I’m a ship
and you’re my captain
You always grab a hold of me
when the wind blows
and the seas get tremulous
you steer me away from the chaos
When life gets too hard
I know that if I sink
you’ll go down with me
Oh captain, my captain
Sail me away

- Submission

Today, when I was free;
I thought of doing a poetry.
My eyes rolled up and down randomly.
Yet, nothing came by me.
Thinking.
Oh! Butterfly, a good thing to write.
I wrote:
" Butterfly, beautiful is your fluttering flight."
And then I was blank.
And stopped. Went on a river bank.
Thinking, maybe fish will do.
Yet, there's no ripple, no clue.
I tried laying on meadow.
My eyes, up and high, sky says much.
Yet, nothing, I could hear such.
Disappointed.
I paddled home, no more I could spare;
These days, my poetry are rare.
Exhausted.
I collapsed in my bed- empty.
Thinking.
Oh! Better be the poem- my vanity!

Whatever I think on a theme
Is somewhere in a song;
I want to muse on something,
That hasn't yet been done.

Political verses aren't much read,
Nor social satire on the quick and dead;
Relationships are switching lanes,
Sparking up or down in flames.
Family, friends, coming, going,
Everybody's naming names.
Any doggerel I might choose,
Is just a story in the news.

Arise and spin where you stand,
You'll get dizzy, you'll be queasy,
I knew this wasn't to be easy.
It's somewhat like a paper cut,
It's quite like that when it starts up,
Hardly noticeable, but for the sting,
But it gets in under the skin.

It's sweetness strong to draw a bee,
Flowery scents on a breeze;
An attraction meant to pull you in,
A stinger poised to pierce your skin.

I have my joys at end of day,
A little sleeper, a swift silent dreamer
That grows like our emotions,
Just needing our endorsements.

It's not been parsed as it could,
Discard the evil, keep the good;
It's in our veins, as sure as blood,
I'll focus all my wit on love.

The periwinkle peach grey clouds hang
Caressing the lava mountains
In a good night embrace
The desert still
Listening to the silence
Night falls
The mountains dim
More purple
Fading
Becoming Indistinguishable
From the surronding hazy cloud blanket
The further I am the more it becomes one
One moment blending into another
Becomes time
Becomes feeling
Becomes night
And then
Day.