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.
Hey, little flurry squirrel, cosily dozing
on the lap of the broken branch,
do you feel lazy to move and
start the day?
I too feel so many a time
Your twig's and my bed's snugness
too enticing to resist.
Cold wintry mornings
a perfect recipe for deep slumber
and missing alarm snoozes.
The excitement of geometry class
eager compasses out of geometry box
drawing and erasing for perfection
triangle and angles, circles and rectangles.
Nature offering free tutoring
loosely hanging triangle on the spherical pebbles
the arch of sunlight, angles in the rocky crevices
perfect parallel lines and slanting lines
a magnificent geometry teacher
if we pause and look.
Nature's reflection of its own self
in waters below.
Content in its own achievements
the blue sky, not striving to compare with
the dewy mist underneath
the trees satisfied to be their companion.
Humans' endless struggle, seeking constant
endorsements of others, a lifelong addiction.
Life's journey ends in a moment
ashes mingled in nature
with none to compare.
Five moss painted nails
tempted the lens to capture
endearing in its sight
a minute contrast
to canopy and arch of shying light.
Our eyes search always for something
distinctive to stand out
jut like each one of us
striving to be unique
in our own special way.
Millions of breaths since birth,
the one habit which doesn't await setting
time or space for practice.
The breath at times plunges
into an abyss of amnesia
venom spewing negativity of media
criticisms and judgemental behaviour
of loved ones sucking the air we all need.
Gasping for that one lightning to
strike and erase the dark cynicism
the parched lungs sway wildly
each breath drenches in happiness
happy to become normal again.
Shush, I tell her, she refuses churning out one after another
her pace faster than my groggy walk in the woods
My eyes still not completely awake from slumber
She transports me across time zones, across generations
I am not interested to travel back and forth
I want to be here, in the now
Five decades passed
and yet she rules me
I wish to be unshackled
Each second, each minute
just soak in the moment
not get entangled like the bushes above
yet thoughts do not leave me
and I walk back the trail
thoughts settled like the morning mist.
