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

Response came in earthy aroma, sprouts

Scrambling snails huddled scattered shells

Worms, gorging mini juggernauts, slithered

Muted chirrups retracted to refuges feathered

Overhead pearl drops shimmered in strung wires

Mopped dusty air, puffs of rejuvenating breath

Replete trees stand tall arms branched out

Leaves shaking shivers in euphoric frission, ecstatic

Life is dynamic ever changing moods, never static

Golden Sunflowers

Like helpless babies
We look to you for sustenance
You are the caregiver

Like budding toddlers we seek
Your firm hand to steady selves
You are the nurturer

Rooted planted by hopeful hands
We seek your benevolence to stand
You are the host

 
Blossoming into glorious beauties
We need your love to sustain bodies
You are the eternal lover

 
Your light filled glance, suffuses
Pale cheeks wilted, bereft in grief
You are the horn of plenty

 
Arching, straining to capture warming glow
Callous lover like you may or may not show
You are the hunter

 
Tied irrevocably to your apron strings we are thus bound
Our existence, your benevolence, does astound
You are all powerful

 
We our known by your name only, none other
Your progeny blazing gloriously, sunflowers
We are your personal coterie, golden bower

Contours

As eyes see
Mind perceives
Contoured reality
Formed naturally

Ripples in water
Patterned undulating
Curling quivering desires
Astride ashes from pyres

Vertical curtain of rain
Beating down drains
Washing away grime
Molded over time

Up thrusting holy spires
Skyward floating desires
Of congregation, choirs
Sent forth on wing n prayer

Sprouting grains curved
Thrusting out of fecund earth
Swaying blowing breezily
Embracing life greedily

Swirling licks of flames, fiery
Curling crackling perilously
Inviting with come hither looks
Attracting to contract fatally

Soft sharp undulating hills
Folded crusted at earth’s will
Destiny’s pathways, a drill
Navigate with tracker skill

Wind blowing sharp robust
Punching pummeling gusts
Power packed invisible force, as
Thunder clouds cry selves hoarse

Bright scintillating sun thrills
Glowing disc declaring life grills
Going in cycles round and round
Distilling essence onward bound

Contour lines easy to trace
And store in memory bank
Hard to trace is that one line
From my spirit to my beloved’s place

(picture from internet)

A Tulip

Lip to lip
Warm translucent
Tip to tip
Luscious succulent

Blush rush
Bees buzz
Necking lovers
Kissing caressing

Green upon green
Tube dress sheen
Red top shocker
Yellow polka dotted
Tip to tip
Lip to lip
Hipped kip
Blooming tulip
Seasonal beauty
Vertical erect
Basking soaking
Sun rain air

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A Tulip- in reverse

Sun rain air
Basking soaking
Vertical erect
Seasonal beauty
Blooming tulip
Hipped kip
Lip to lip
Tip to tip

Yellow polka dotted
Red top shocker
Tube dress sheen
Green upon green
Caressing kissing
Necking lovers
Bees buzz
Blush rush
Luscious succulent
Tip to tip
Warm translucent
Lip to lip

pictures are by my daughter-in-law

A Tulip

Lip to lip
Warm translucent
Tip to tip
Luscious succulent

Blush rush
Bees buzz
Necking lovers
Kissing caressing

Green upon green
Tube dress sheen
Red top shocker
Yellow polka dotted
Tip to tip
Lip to lip
Hipped kip
Blooming tulip
Seasonal beauty
Vertical erect
Basking soaking
Sun rain air

***

A Tulip- in reverse

Sun rain air
Basking soaking
Vertical erect
Seasonal beauty
Blooming tulip
Hipped kip
Lip to lip
Tip to tip

Yellow polka dotted
Red top shocker
Tube dress sheen
Green upon green
Caressing kissing
Necking lovers
Bees buzz
Blush rush
Luscious succulent
Tip to tip
Warm translucent
Lip to lip

pictures are by my daughter-in-law

Winter dame sans merci,

Winter dame sans merci,
We surmise and concede
You wield great power
Patronize not, if you please!

Beast in virginal white flakes
Trails of freezing tears trains
Enticing unwary in frozen wombs
Who know not to avoid self invited tombs

Showering munificent pristine snow
Sluttish slush overwhelming, hard to mow
Queasy belly butterflies alarming
Spring has sprung, scram, get going!

pictures from internet-disclaimer

We are down not OUT

Ravenous dogs of winter came riding chameleon fall hearse
They fell on us brutally tearing flesh sucking our marrow
Satiated they bayed at the morose moon hanging in sullen sky
We mourn not violent rape yet again by heartless curs of winter

Wait! Hold on! Don’t you dare feel sorry for us please!
Our heads maybe bowed as we stand stark denuded bare
But we stand proud, dignity covering our bones gnawed clean
We have no rancor in our hearts nor do we vent our spleen

Just as death is inexorable implicit and the ultimate truth
Seasons too come and go and these bad times too shall pass
We wait to receive an SMS from the anklets of the summer belle
Borne by the wind carriers from across the mountains and valleys

They are the harbingers of good tidings when we will rejuvenate
Wear colorful threads over our threadbare spines stoically supine
We’ve been tutored and blessed by monks meditating in our shade
We will be reborn to flourish n nourish the air n every creature animate

We are alive
We will survive
We will thrive
We are down, not OUT

(first pic. is by sophie Carmalin- 2nd is from my son’s backyard)

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 I will Survive

 First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you’re back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you’d be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
’cause you’re not welcome anymore
weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I’d crumble
you think I’d lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
I’ve got all my love to give
and I’ll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I’m saving all my loving
for someone who’s loving me

Trying to find chinks

In the foggy day’s armor

 Let Me In the sun clamors!

Sun rams hard against

The Houdini night’s back

Receding with its murky black

Strangely it has forgotten

Its offspring fog in its tearing hurry

A child whitish grey bleary

The mighty golden orb

 Expert at its job, soon

Gobbled fog burped n absorbed

Raising dismal curtain gray

Radiant sun finally had its say

Giving nature a fresh debut today

Highlighting nature’s delicate beauty

A spider’s intricate web or a filigree of

 Verdant leaves dancing off proud trees

Finally blazing across the sky

The sun calls curtains at the end of day

Still blazing a golden path on its way

(pictures posted with permission from avinashjee) 

Trying to find chinks

In the foggy day’s armor

 Let Me In the sun clamors!

Sun rams hard against

The Houdini night’s back

Receding with its murky black

Strangely it has forgotten

Its offspring fog in its tearing hurry

A child whitish grey bleary

The mighty golden orb

 Expert at its job, soon

Gobbled fog burped n absorbed

Raising dismal curtain gray

Radiant sun finally had its say

Giving nature a fresh debut today

Highlighting nature’s delicate beauty

A spider’s intricate web or a filigree of

 Verdant leaves dancing off proud trees

Finally blazing across the sky

The sun calls curtains at the end of day

Still blazing a golden path on its way

(pictures posted with permission from avinashjee)