TWILIGHT

 Hard rocky terrains house

the most magnificent flowers

bathed in setting sun 

diligently performing

 duty of the last hour. 

A shooting star of hope 

dashing across the grey skies

smidst the night gearing up 

for its shift.

 Twilight zone of each day,

when cattle graze back home,

birds fly back to nests

mortals snuggle back 

to the warmth of homes. 

Each day interspersed

with boulders of challenges

budding flowers of joy

prickly adverse comments

lovely rays of praise

greyness of loneliness 

and meteor of hugs.

 

 

PLACID

I wish to be the unperturbed orange bunch of flowers staring at the rapids sliding furiously down.

Science classes drilled lines, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

My past reactions  always same or equal, kindness for kindness, outburst for outburst.

How l wish, l could unwind and have opposite reaction always, kindness for indifference, equanimity for anger.

I try to swim against tide each day, others angry rapids still drown me in theirs.

I wish to be like the black stones unflinchingly letting the torrents pass by.

VIEW

Bald uneven white patches 

brown rocky mountains

 clothed  prickly 

a piercing green halo born 

courtesy the forced rays 

multitasking  to erase

the  black smudges.

Slithery snowy strips

knotting hills 

a solo hill range

flirting with skies above.

Icy flakes lazy to melt

nudge sun to sweat more.

a true palette of spectacle.

 

BLOSSOM

Shining embers blaze translucently

dripping halo of  golden pearls 

fur combed interwoven black

thin strands weighing down

a mesmerising luminous flower.

 

Trying poets lives interwoven here 

lines weighing on creased minds

strands of verses slipping fingers

glowing thoughts taking  form

a cinderous creation of each writer.

NOCTURNAL

Night stars bask in moon's glow

Tall dark trees illuminated from above

The lonely stretch  bereft of travellers 

Nature's light untempting for weak hearts

to explore unexplored stretches.

Fear of dark, a known story to me

as a child, scared to fetch items from

next room during power cuts.

Now a bit brave than then 

darkness my best mate 

when eyelids droop.

SPICE

 The white lashing waves

black stones of all sizes

turmeric coloured sun

chilli coloured radiance

a slice of daily existence.

Some just  view with 

pair of black eyeballs

and white retinas,

others sprinkle each moment 

with individual spices

 to suit their palate.

We are analogous

to the beach pebbles

moulded in different

sizes and shapes.

COMPLETE

The gentle sun rays caressing  the trees

the cluster of shoots catching their share

A soft warmth blankets the atmosphere

Drying my cold tears

I walk hand in hand with my mate

our naked feet stir the sleepy meadows 

a sun kissed dew drop  sneakily 

settles on our interwoven fingers

My thoughts and his exchange glances 

Another day to be with each other

in our lives midway.