Tag: Creative


Petals shed from the vase
Layer of bright and grey.
Fresh jasmine garlands on the deity
Perfumed the pale and stale.
A whiff of hot coffee lingered in the air.
“So what?”
Said the bored youngster.
Fragrance or aroma?
Stagnancy or permanency?
The wind changed direction.

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That Point

And I stood at a point

Where life asked me to

Take a reverse turn.

Season followed its path

Rains washed clean the reminders

The books were neatly stacked.

Missed from the scene for a while

Met the money plant that loved the sill

The sparrow chirped once again.

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A Little…

pileA pile of books fell,

       Not because it was organised disorderly;

“A little more” of my expectation

From the rack I brought recently,

But could not sustain a day longer, broke.

Re-living the circumstance presently

“A little space” in my expectation

From existence to purpose lingered seemingly

A pile of me fell off existentialism.

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Loving life in myriad colours,

Healing unconditionally…

Life when in doldrums

Serves the unanswered –

Mediate with whom?

Soul or life?

Yet, manipulate not

Birth and death the unanswered….

Time the healer serves unconditionally,

Loving the moment’s myriad of colours.

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