here the cold creeps tonight
like a thief
slowly picking the locks
of my cabins foresight

how could i be at ease
when the wind sails
and the sails freeze

i am. autumn
sailing to the north
where it all begins
chilling waves come forth

i am. september
flinging amidst lost winds, allured
had one too many
but still unsure

The Hamster Wheel

The leaves rustle...
Gentle breeze tickle my face,
Flowers paint a mystical scene,
The birds chime now and then
Nature weaves music in colors!

Life beckons you into the wild,
Away from the brick and mortar;
Into the green and lavender hues,
Away from the Hamster wheel.

In the ways of the wild
Where they live each day as new,
Where the unpredictable is the way of life,
Where I will really live a life anew.

No roof over my head; no food on the table,
A fruit from here and a big tree for shade,
I can feel the dewdrops from the tender leaves on my eye.
I lie below the big green sky
On blue moss and slippery stones
And watch a little brook gurgle by.

Suddenly the clock chimes,
I wake up to the chirping birds.. on my mobile!!
I wish I could dream of the wild some more…
Here in this world, I do need a roof and some food on the table
Back on the Hamster wheel, I go.

-Shraddha Satyapal

asleep in shades
of singing low this
porch lit drink of
what-happened whispers
arranged on the sill
like city flowers
under my bed
but each time I ask
the moon replies with
water creatures & stones
so I keep scrubbing
for gold knowing life
is worth the squeeze

Breathing in and out—
Collapsed in soul gaps
Face brushed against
The edge of emptiness
In this dead lapse
Where the soul gasps
Breathing in and out—
No one can hear
Your cries
In the unknown
Expanse of just you
And yourself,
Breathing in and out—
In an expanse
Where the soul gasps,
Is it only you
There by yourself,
Or someone else?

The warm air of a summer breeze

The ground painted by autumn leaves

The sky shines on the first snowfall

The new path i walk, arms open to all.