Inquisitive eyes searched
Listening to the roaring waves;
The unheard voices….
A celebration on a cold night
Friends, food and fun;
The renewed ties….
Caught us unaware
The warmth of the land suddenly strained;
The fury unleashed….
The sand and the weeds mysteriously disappeared
And the sea returned to claim its property;
The enigmatic space….
The wanderer in us turned pensive
Wading through the water;
A lifetime’s promise….
The tattered kite tangled from the tree top
Reminding the glorious day it had seen;
The kites that competed with each other,
Chasing the sun as did ‘Icarus’.
The festivity is past
The day became days
Now worn and unattended….
Along came the breeze,
Tickling its senses;
Without fail it attempts flight
With life that’s skeleton remains;
Swaying and falling downwards….
I picked up this embodiment
Of once skilled and energetic creation
That I stepped on accidentally, apologetically
And moved it to a safe corner.
What it felt, I may never know
After its colourful, short life
A homage I pay to its glory.
The watermelon rolled down
Splashed, when hit the stone;
Juice and flesh
Scattered all around.
Roads pleased
With showered droplets
Moments of pleasure, unexpected.
The little urchin ran to pick
Wary, yet take a bite
A treat it turned, unexpected.
And I stood there watching….
The wall in my bedroom
Turned dull with time;
The paints couldn’t hide
The otherwise styled but
Her now blemished skin.
The otherwise makeup-free but
Ensembles added to enhance;
The times spend in grooming
Exceptional on every ordinary day
I see myself, refreshed.
The mirror stood before still
Picturing us in reflections
Awakened by the awareness
Exceptional on this particular day
Her face I see, afresh.
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