Bougainvillea and frangipani,
Colours and fragrances,
Acacia bother not.
Each shed, to its own.
Timed same, timing differ.
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Fallen Flowers
I gather some fallen flowers,
Spread a milieu from death,
Of life and thereafter,
Where miseries thrive not –
A vision wished to be acknowledged.
A little errand of mindfulness;
Grass seemed pleased.
Pleased, only to my eyes.
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Weigh Not…
That particular morning
She dressed in her white chiffon,
An elegant maxi dress
Not have been her taste for long;
She wore it but that day
Hoping to keep the wish
Her loved ones, once had expressed,
Remained elusive since then,
With no frills attached.
She gave a second look.
That day was not hers;
Theirs, for sure.
“Weigh not our love for you”
The eyes that had met hers, said.
Love spoke not much for itself
For she had become love herself.
I reread the last passage on that morning.
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