Seasons in us

Seasons change for a reason

colors do for the season

Come spring, come summer, come fall

There's beauty in all

My tree, my friend

This has become a trend

No matter what, you are there

Sweet memories you share

Life in the living you bring out

with lessons you have learnt not

Birds and squirrels may desert you

standing still though

you change with the breeze

what we fail with ease

you stand tall, yet no attitude

we have one, no altitude but

It's cold, the leaves are clinging

you tell them it's worth leaving

letting go comes with no choice

yet you rejoice

seasons change for a reason

colors do for the season

Come spring, come summer, come fall

There's beauty in all

Chained

Bound by beads of love
so close ,so inseparable
the strand that wove us;invisible
Beauty is by beads, strength unspoken of


Each bead is complete in itself
Is beautiful
yet, with you the chain is woven
you complement, just as I do


Be they the same beads, a simple chain
the different they are, more beautiful
In isolation not known
until you choose to weave


No two chains are the same
look and make maybe be so
difference not you or I will see
each has a story to say; a chain,its beads


only love binds it well
let not ego dwell
easier said than done
every story has its part one!


Bound by beads of love, now & forever

ConXns

Patience …

Few possess it by nature

Some acquire it through wisdom

Most regret having it

Humor…

Few really get it right

Some seek a nod

Most just laugh

Love…

Few find it on own

Some think they are in Love

Most are confused about the state

Fitness…

Few make it a reason to live

Some take it by season

Most need a reason for it

Style…

Few have their own

Some think before a jump

Most just fall into it

Care...

Few care to care

Some pretend to do so

Most care two hoots about it

Feelings…

Few get emotional about it

Some just don’t feel it

Most hide the real one

Friendship…

Few really live it

Some go unplugged

Most take it for granted

Patience, humor, love, fitness, style, care, feelings, friendship…

Relation…

Few can relate it all

Some can just see it individually

Most struggle to juggle

Let go

I waited for the spring...its here

I waited for the winters..it was here

I waited for the monsoon..it was also here.

now again I am waiting..

Bouts of sadness and happiness abundant,

Oh they keep coming all the time.

of when I choose one, the other haunts me

Colors manifest living, which isn't about life

every second lived is every second died

fearing the unknown, why cry

for time isn't enough to know all whys.

Hope is a new season, for life for love

butterflies and lillies all around

subtle winds of change blow

Let go; for you need to enjoy

I say....Beat the Blues

Tears down the cheek
Don’t know what to seek
I am all quaint and meek

Words I utter
Seem to go in gutter
Yet I mutter

Haven’t lost my mind
Everything left behind
Just seem to bind

Tonight I fight
To know what is right
…(Tomorrow is just bright!)

Lanes of Contentment

Shallow thoughts occupy their minds
They are not just one of the kinds
Like me, like you, like us
(Their) Life moves on without any fuss.

Survival on minimal…
What we think is abysmal
Taps dry…
But words not wry

A hopscotch for the day
Swings of tyres & tubes
Here a Barbie or a Nintendo,
Our kids in their shoes?

Food for survival there
Here for a thought…
Of how battles can be sought
Do we even care?

Simple pleasures
A smile it assures
Our nature of demands
Nothing it commands

Affection we long
Attention we crave
Appreciation we steal
From someone we belong (to)

Lanes of contentment
Not concrete but partial
Glimpses to learn from
Are we even close?

Vacuum

Open spaces far away
Empty hearts too many
Meanings to be made within
All in all a vacuum…

Distances to cover
So close yet too far
Not knowing how
Not knowing whether to

Mirage of relationships
Its not there, but yet evident
A shoulder to cry
A boulder to protect

A child in each
Heights to reach
Fears within
Somebody to hide it behind you

Open spaces far away
Empty hearts too many
Meanings to be made within
All in all a vacuum…

Meanings Galore!

A walk down the bushes
Freshness breathing into…
Little butterfly across the eye
Everything’s beautiful in the moment…

A bad beginning…
Nothing to go right today
Murky feeling and the disgust…
Luring into the dust

Polite conversations now
Blunt greetings later…
Railway tracks of attitude
Distances covered in parallel…

Just a vacant thought…
Emptiness equates happiness
Eyelids open wide…
Reality then is

Random voices calling
Absurd conversations on…
Amidst strangers is a world
Familiarity to that fear again…

Yet Indistinct

Deep within
oceans roar
Ships sink
unperturbed still…

Asters & Orchids
petals to pick
All the same
yet a wonder…

Loud enough
still quaint
Silent inside
no calm there…

Music Plays
a note there
An unheard pause
well listened to…

Grace personifies
Intricate movements
With anger & anguish
The dance completes...

Reverse Reserve

It takes a lot to be…
To be alone and take it all

You learnt not how to fall
But you did…and then you knew how
Looking back is all you do now

You learnt not what is right
You made a choice hoping you would rejoice
Of how you do….
Looking back is all you do now

Your dreams scaled an altitude
You dreamt not of solitude
Of that you are….
Looking back is all you do now

You felt the breeze brush by you
You learnt not the meaning of the hush
And that you know…
Looking back is all you do now

You parted; having paved your way
You feared not the cul-de-sac
Of where you are…
Looking back is all you do now

Your jury knows all but your fury
You learnt not the miscellany of a potpourri
And as (life) is…
Looking back is all you do now

Looking back is all you do now…
Time is not too late to take a vow
And as whom you are…
You deserve the lovely shower of a bow

Either is good

It’s easy to laugh …
To laugh at others….
How difficult it gets when others laugh at you?

It’s difficult to cry…
To cry for others…
How easy it gets when others cry for you?

Making someone laugh after a cry is so difficult
But making someone cry after a laugh seems easy

Laughing when alone is no fun
But you cry when around you is no one

Neither is too easy though
There is always room for more

Either leaves you feeling light
Be it after a fight, or just a plight

Not knowing to laugh is a shame
Crying after a game is an excuse lame

Laughing is not about just hiding your fears
And crying is not about just shedding tears

Learn to cry…learn to laugh
Both undone equals life lived half!

Laugh, 'coz you can

Cry ....'coz you want to....

Trying to understand...

I dream, I hope, I desire…
It’s what I call my attire
I fear it may fade away…
Given the modern chaos amidst satire
Every mundanely act creates an ire,
I need to understand what is good and what is dire,
Little things teach me to perspire
My thoughts sometimes camouflage what I aspire (to be)…


Life is a journey; not a destination. To enjoy the serenity in the end, we must open our eyes to the little realms of beauty en route. Every little creation is beauty personified. But beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder…
Then what really is ‘beautiful’?
I know a rose is a rose is a rose…
But meanings are always hidden behind the prose.
It’s always easy to determine the face value of an absolute value, but not other way round! Why is it so?

I don’t know.

Each day unfolds a new chapter in life, but I cannot forget the older chapters unlike in the history text…
A single quote, a line or a para tends to a summary with finesse,
A simple fact. X does not always tend to 1!
My chapters in life are lessons of wisdom;
Giving it a précis is no job of ease
The wise alone know how their troubles cease…

A definition is just the locus; the radius decides the circumference…
I decide how big a picture I want to see, what extent am I willing to go, and what the basis of my big picture is!
Just like the raw colors on canvas that yearn for the painter’s final touch…
I am the artist of my life;
Painting is then just an act…

If life isn’t a lesson, living certainly is!
Should learn to live every moment and cherish every second.
‘Coz time is precious, and so am I.
I may be anxious, I may be paranoid….
Situations - I cannot avoid; but certainly I get annoyed…
Is there life (with) inhibitions devoid?

Unlike Wordsworth and his Daffodils, my mood is neither vacant nor pensive,
Just a thought, I am expressive!….