Golden borders emboss clouds alive
Sun lets rays seep through clear sky
Paint brush spills water on the floor
Oh there’s a natural splendour
Unlike the original
The painting still looks magnificent….
Category: View Point
Secret
With care I planted a tulsi sapling
Watered gently, washing every single leaf.
Droplets gathered at the tip
Appeared, tears of uncertainty
Of surviving the new environment.
Yet she ensured me
Of fresh and lasting fragrance
That, she emanated selflessly.
The sweetness spread in abundance
An unknown spiritual connect;
My hand touched for the first time
And I left her, to feel at home.
Strangers
I met a few strangers
In the beginning of the year;
I met them as acquaintances
Toward the end of the year.
The second time I chanced to see them,
They were not as people I knew;
The another time I knew them
They became the past I had shared.
Wonder why I was to meet them?
Wonder why it was the first and the only?
Hard to erase the single encounter;
Hard to point out the reason.
I stopped taking account of life,
I counted the memories I re-live;
I looked upon the present,
In the moment I lived with the many.
Destiny survived my interpretation
Destined to meet those I met unknowingly;
Strangers or acquaintances I cared not to think
Purpose or reason I dared not to probe.
Yet the ones I hardly knew but met
Meant to be the part for once I chanced to meet;
The years there were many,
The faces infinite in those years….
Waiting
Waiting.
Thoughts not restrained
I meant to say
Words weighed…
Absolutely meant
To say heartfelt
Words weighed…
Caught unexpected
Paused by minutes
Words weighed…
I meant to say
Thoughts not restrained
Waiting.
Variety is the Spice of Life 