Confetti and streamers
The music played by the universe
Oh so free
Never heard, deeply felt
Slow on the breeze in a second to freeze
Distant temple sounds of conches
Sacred Chants
Little bells jingle mid air
No strings simply free
Of mossy trails
Snow stilled lakes
Vast expanse
Not one soul to dance
Free untouched
No trails to follow
Nor to leave
Magically written
And erased on the glassy slate
Never seen yet closely known
The trees of ancient world
The bark thick and strong
A house to dream
Ten storied tall, lasts long
A place so cool, full of warmth
Of the cashmere shawl
Paisley embroidered wrap around
In colours of the valley flowers
Shikara dreams

Poetry
Is my life
The words Inspired by my life

The many moments
Acceptance of the new
Cherishing the old

Striving not to be sad
When the moment is unhappy

Sometimes the couch and I wear the same size, sloppy

With age comes wisdom
Can’t do without my reading glasses :)

The many shades of life
Hidden, what’s to be revealed

At sunset
The sky turns in liquid gold
The trees with forgotten leaves
Promised, new to grow
Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills
The shadows of the bark, evenly spill
on the grey grained roads
Shining bright and dark
The twilight begins

✨✨

Years Ago ,
A leaf
Presented by my Niece ,
Nurtured and Nourished
Weeded and Pruned
The Plant ,
Vivacious and Green
This time of the year
Gloriously blooms

Bhrama Kamal
'Queen of the Night'
A beauty Rare
Mystic and Divine

Twilight ,
Your beauty Unveils
Milky white Petals Slowly Unfurl
A translucent Sheen
Makes my Spirit Gleam

By Midnight,
Your beauty Shimmers
The gentle breeze of the night
Wafts
The  fragrance of the Exotic Blooms
Into the Rooms

The scintillating Blooms
In Harmony with The beauteous Moon
Cast  a Spell
For me
And
The Starlit Sky to Revel

Your beauty all Divine and Pure
Wilts Away
Shying
The Dawn
The Sun enchanted
By The Magical Dream
Lost in The Mystical Allure

Soaring altitudes unfair
In thinner air
The lie now lays to rest

The truth all fair
Needs no air
Beats right in the chest

A woman that I Am
Boundless
I Know not Confines

Self Respect
Dignity And  Peace
Define my Core

Nevertheless
My Diamonds I Adore

Self Assured
Born Free
In Spirit And Mind

My Quiet
Quite a Solitude
Keeps me Company
Notwithstanding the Crowd

Don't get me Wrong
Oh ,well you got it Right
That's
Perfectly Imperfect
Me

A Woman that I Am
To Live and Love All
Is What I Believe
Isn't that Human
After All

The road forked
Like the serpent’s tongue
Tales it held, for none to know
Only to be told
By the ones who were bit, once

Uncertainty
Is having its time
The chance of a lifetime
Leaving all, timelessly uncertain

The only chance it got
Before being
Outclassed
By certainty

The essence of life
To be and not
And the timeless flow

🌿🌿

Yesterday’s words, discarded as chaff
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left

Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught

Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught

Shoulders slouch

The limbs attached to the strings
In hands of the puppeteer

Do the dance, or do not bend

There is a chance
You dance

Or learn to ignore

The hands of the puppeteer

✨✨

Expectations erodes fertile soil
Fertile is the land of acceptance

I speak in syllables
I have known words
My vocabulary inert

✨
The weather is fine
The trees have got a nice Soldier cut
The sun shines through the mesh of leafless branches
The balmy breeze and the sunshine
allure me for a walk
✨

The sun has miles to go
As it smiles in the wispy sky

The rains have paved way for winters
Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves

My heart set
in the month of November

Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns

Brings in the Festival of Lights
Special occasions and blessings
Pleasant evenings and celebrations

✨✨

The old dusty path
Weather beaten roads

Lead to the farm
With an old barn

The sun shines 
with a light afternoon
breeze

Orange cosmos flowers,
grow wild in the
green hills

Silvery white, slender fragrant flowers,
bloom on the Indian cork trees

The full moon glows through the night
On the old dusty path

🌿🌿

Brilliance of the light
Reflected by the miniature chips
In chiseled geometric stars
Mysterious and magnetic
The energy source
A burst of radiance

🌟

Lost in my thoughts
Found in my mind
Sometimes in words
If The Mind opines

Shallow waters still

Pond stork meditates upon

The pink lotus blooms

Love and compassion needs to be remodelled
From time to time
As hatred is not yet dated

The world of strangers
Strangely we connect through words
The heart knows it all

Dreams bloom from the sunny sunflowers
Fragrant in their wake, a burst of colours
Rain sprinkled
A canvas, ready to be framed
Nurtured in the streams, by rivers and lakes
Questions none
who harboured them
Or how many

Footprints evanesce

Ocean spirits undulate

***** sidle amok

It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn

In the distance
On the highways
I hear the trucks
Silently unmask
Everyday challenges

Socially distant
Carrier of loads
For smooth
Functionality
Silent
Driving force

Sometimes, in the early hours of December
It drizzles, just a little bit
The dew remembers
And does not complain
As it knows how moody is the rain
The dew quietly goes down the green grass
Into the soft brown mud, its resting place
Early next morning
It glistens and gives out a smile
As it loves the sunshine

I respect myself
So do you

Age is just a number
We all know that

But still we respect
That’s how it is done

Better late than never
We learn
We have to that’s the norm

There are ways to win a war

No more fencing with you
I have crossed the fence

I lay my armour down
I respect the domain

In our heart of hearts
We knew
The boundaries were meant to be

I respect mine
My sanity I reclaim

River rowers sail
Rafters raft in the rapids
Still waters stay calm

Upturned umbrellas
Wind and rain
Missing raincoats
Take shelter and walk again

Scooting off through puddles
Splashing water on fellow motorists
Why should little kids have all the fun

Slippery mossy tiles
Earthworms, friends of the farmer
Not mine, touched them once
Never again, yikes

Heading back home
Yes it’s fun getting wet in the rain
Being a child again

To know
Is to believe
What’s understood

That
What’s known
Not understood
Does one Believe....

I knew the world
The world that I knew
Kept me spinning
On its axis
Still my feet firmly planted
Scented flowers, whirled down
Free, fresh off the tree
They fell on the lawn
Did they know, the cycle of renewals
Further they flew, blown away by the wind
Each spinning like a pinwheel
The paper flowers
Planted on the railings
Colours abloom

Bound,
not for an eternity
Transient, this existence

Untethered,
bond with freedom
Know the boundaries

Blue and white
Black and white
Monochromatic
Or rainbow like

Cold and numb
Warm to fuzzy
Systematic
Cognitive overdrive

Day and night
At will
Unflinching
Rhythmic
Serpentine

In their paper skin
Under the burning sun
Smile the paper flowers
In bracts, pink and white
purple or orange
Colourful red,
never fade or bleed
Evergreen in their woody homes
They fly with the wind
In their paper skin

Revolutionary the heart
Evolves to change
Lost
The old charm

The blue bird flies
Colours of its feathers
Merges with the sky

Golden ribbons shimmered
Through the trees
Blue bird, mid air whirs, catches a fly

The blue bird sings
Verditer Flycatcher, the name
That’s my name, my name, my name