String

Beads I gather
Some, old and wise
Like the wood antique, in faded classiness
Some fragile and glossy
Like the bubbles that froth in a brook
under the glazing sun
A few feathered ones that fly with just a silent breath
Some of those chiselled from stones so strong
And some like leaves of peepal withered after a storm
Then there are the cushiony ones
Like the buttons of a flower
Not to fail to name the ones that reflect
Like the marble eyes of a gleeful child
All of them have I
As they all skate down
the string of my life
Bequeath to whom shall I
to adorn this marvel ?
Or will it just grace my stone with my final goodbye?

Invisible

Love shines like a diamond

Just the rock you see

Warmth you embrace

The flaring flame you do not see

Notes of the fine flute float, hypnotising the breeze

The flutist is unseen

The red hat amidst a swarming crowd

Blurs the popping heart of love

Blissfully elegant, the sunflower stands in pride 

in a shying crystal vase

The lights enthrall 

Grace, she is not known
Gold pennies scattered on the floor
It's the bucks that invite you to the door.
Lilies lovingly exuding their fragrance
Engrossed you are in hindering the daylight at your window
The visible strangely invisible.

Wander

It was one of those days when the seconds hand of the disciplined clock seemed bleak as my eyeballs followed its radical movement. Tired eyes tried to sleep while racing thoughts didn't seem to give up. But you know, sometimes the night fairies get tender and you float for a while. So I did.

The morning light welcomed as I embraced with my habitual words of gratitude to the good lord, well sometimes with swollen eyes and a bulged heart. Wondered I, what is it that I need to complain about. We all start celebrating our habits after a certain length of time, complaining for example. My long breath seemed to extend longer till it once again got the rested brain ticking.

My cycle gave me one of those longing looks of desperation to appear presentable and to be pedalled upon. With a shrunk nose, I just stroked its seat and we went out. I just stopped with a jerk seeing little children ROFL on the skating ring. The smiles came out like freed prisoners. A little chit chat and I just saw what they did. To simply be there without any expectation from the moment. Giggling at just the screech of a stupid shoe or at the sight of loose hair looking as though struck by static on a chubby girl's face.

Who needs laughter clubs? One has to just go to parks or grounds with such sweetly silly and blooming buds. The hardest is made to look the simplest in this laboratory of the little tots. Because life as it began for each one of us looks intact here in this wonder world. Keep visiting.

Pebbles

I walk down the curvy road
As I strike upon a bunch of 'you'
The fidgeting fingers of some bright brats
Make you quiver as you keep falling over each other.
Failing faith am I carrying as it falls down with every step
Glances of you I fetch as I traverse every trail
My thoughts like your twin juggling within
Knowing not how to stop
Well, you laugh but they pulsate with noise
My heart has poured it all
With just a few drops stuck on its wall
Wonder when they will fall like 'you', my dear pebbles
Happy and humble
On a dear cold soul.

Time

Fire on the hills
Fire on the pyre
Water like nectar for a parched throat
Floods that wash away many a home
Light that infuses life into the unborn seed
Breath that blows away with a sunstroke
The dance of breeze to soothe singing souls
The wrath of wind to force through warm homes
Facets are these of the valorous time
Merciful and malevolent both the same
Sometimes loving laughter and sometimes a rising roar
Lord, be my might whenever this name of power soars..