Yellow.
Laburnum in blooms;
Bunches of delightful bright.
Yellow.
Leaves turned pale;
Scatters of waning beauty.
Yellow.
Shreds of living and dead shed;
In a soothing summer shower.
*** Published previously in April 2014
Category: Poems
Space
The monument stood reminiscent
While the waves whispered knowingly;
The bird spanned the space oblivious!
Pattern
Flustered not, she fluttered;
A minute on my watch ticked…
Fight not, flight arrested;
A pattern I traced as my watch ticked…
Tried hard, tired by then,
She stilled and I took over;
The window that lay ajar
Opened to the evening sun…
She fluttered and flustered I stood
A minute on my watch ticked…
She fought, and gained flight;
A pattern I traced as she found her way.
Tried till then, tired not yet,
The words swirl emotions
And minutes on my watch ticked
As patterns I chased fervently
Unknown to me minutes ago;
Life I see differently…
Enshrined…
Falling to a pulp on the floor
Heard the voices many;
The bliss was intoxicating….
Displaced she felt as she rouse;
Confusion written
On the faces that peered.
But one familiar face
Lifted her hand
And to that smile, she relaxed.
Not yet, she heard
And sprung to rise –
The only rhythm
Her heartbeat.
Those few minutes?
The mystery enshrined….
Variety is the Spice of Life 