Vagrant Shades

Its good that you know me not

Far apart shall echo muted pain

In intimacy, a hesitant blush

Deep, in the rush of spring 

The surge of shades million

Paint the breeze melodious  

Fragrant, the jewels be cherished

In dreams of a perfect mating

Glimpsed have I the  

Tempest reigned in unkempt

Locks, the bohemian jazz of 

Unchecked hush of whispers 

Loud and the unsaid stays 

Embedded in my flute tuned

To sing your songs unwritten yet

Its good that you know me not

(Inspired by this wonderful song by Tagore which can never be told in any other way....)

A Joyful Little Bird



Autumn burns within me
As I feel the spring in his walk
A few gray strands mock me
The fine lines around my eyes
Smile benevolently  in return
The wrinkles on my hands
Indicate the years on this planet  Earth
I groan softly as I move
From one posture to the other
The pain in the joints poke me
In search of a comical interlude

Then there are many more

Hints covert as well as overt

Pointing a finger at the approaching winter

But I laugh in sheer pleasure of living

Life is just not sizzling in summer

Impaled in winter

Joyous spring and arduous autumn









 

 

 

Life is living beyond the seasons

Tells me a little bird

Every morn as I wake up to another day
She rocks the tender twigs of my plants
And shrieks in abundant glee
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?