Shining Moments
Shining moments
Flower’s beauty fading unnoticed
Acts of kindness in cloak of secrecy
Shining moments before oblivion
Falling tears dried
Hope’s flame rekindled
Rain kept on falling
She ironed the creases in her dress
Wondered about creases in her life
Nonchalant began whistling
Repentance self flagellation
Spirit unscathed mere witness
“One” reality, smokescreen duality
picture from internet
Passages
(picture by suja sukumaran)
Passages
Of history’s
mysteries
Conniving
Chicanery
cupid for some
enemy for another
bridge for one
chasm of another
Musical notes
Bell’s tolls
mom’s cajoles
dad’s scolds
aroma of feasts
bobbing heads
smell of fear
ashen cowardice
holy chants
escaping incense
runaway senses
reminiscing
passages of time
traversed eternally
ever spanning
countless lifetimes
Frozen Music
fissured earth’s frail green flag
chopped stump’s octopus limbs
war ravaged bodies, a heart beating
browbeating dominance, spirit unwilling
a lark in my garden singing
nature’s breathtaking vista, returning breath
truth is that virus, no gun can kill
beholding nature’s handiwork, frozen music
picture from internet
Thought Spill – 2
Father time
Mother Nature
Walk in tandem
And then not
Womanly is she
Rags changing
Green to white
Browns to orange
Mood imbued
Their offspring
Rooted or not
Traipse often
Baulking
Accepting
Meditating
Perishing
Returning
Reinvented
Emerging thru’
Revolving door
Eternally
Cyclically
Allied to
Father time
Mother Nature
Nurturing
Flight
An obscure landscape
Nondescript place
Extraordinary sight
Flightless bird in flight
Icarus on the waterway
Fish flying on airway
Piranha regurgitating bits
Bits coming together
Forming joey rabbits
Stars stretching arms
Gently touching petals
Petals pecking starry cheeks
Sun, moon gliding hand in hand
Day and night getting out of hand
Topsy turvy world sleeping waking
Seated on a dinosaur back
Magic wand my hand waving
When a 3D reptile converged
Recoiling I jumped, fell
Thud woke me, pell mell
A fanciful dream, I could tell
Painful back
Out of shape gait
Was my fate
(picture courtsey burningwell.org)




