#murals
Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
When my sister sits on the train
She loves people watching
And she watches the murals go by
Like sunsets and rises
Of new days
My sister does not dwell on the tracks
When we walk to the train.
They terrify her
She runs past them,
She is anxious and evening and morning.
The train is a path to the next day
I have never seen someone dwell
On the train tracks
Waiting for a train to come
To dissolve the path to the next day
And leave them dead
But I wonder
If that one who passed yesterday
Was once terrified of train tracks
And if they ever rode the train
Before there were murals
On a path to the next day.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
#*The morning sun plays hide and seek between the hills
Miles and miles of strawberry fields
The little green plants wear winter smiles
and baby strawberries unripe
The innocent clouds in a clear sky
Hold a dialogue in patterns pristine
Missed by their cousins in the city skies
Bougainvillea adorned villas
And Cozy homes
Warli paintings on the walls
Red soil and dusty country roads
Tablelands and Parsi point
Scenic hills and the Sahyadri valley view
Mapro garden a place to go
For sandwiches and strawberry cream
The river stream gleams under the setting sun
A perfect cup of masala chai
An evening well spent*#
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC