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
Tag: Poem
Space
The monument stood reminiscent
While the waves whispered knowingly;
The bird spanned the space oblivious!
Completeness
Space I measure
Mind’s eye gauges
The borders…
Visually literate
Construe fallacies
Within boundaries…
Lost ‘within’
Yet fight the realms
Break the walls…
The cocoon sheds
Revamp thoughts
Discern limitlessness…
The unseen presence
Divine surrender
Space I tread in completeness.
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…
Variety is the Spice of Life 