Go…

When man decided to fly,

He turned his head up towards the sky,

Watching the birds fly;

 

Flocking together many,

Patterns in unknown way

Of nature and quest play

 

Where Nature let go,

Human nature compromised;

Mind never let go, though.

 

Who are you? ‘I’

Go where the heart let you,

Mind not Mind, just go.

 

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To Each…

Garden

 

 Bees hummed to choices,

         Wind whispered along;

                                       Butterflies fluttered ‘in selection’.

 To each My, its own.

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Chorus

Ringing

 of temple bells,

set to chorus;

          Her anklets,

            Tinkling softly;

                Lover’s whisper…

     Heart traced,

Soul claimed;

Her belief, her way.

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Fallen Flowers II

 Bougainvillea and frangipani,

                  Colours and fragrances,

                  Acacia bother not.

Each shed, to its own.

Timed same, timing differ.

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Fallen Flowers

 

Flowers

I gather some fallen flowers,

Spread a milieu from death,

Of  life and thereafter,

                      Where miseries thrive not –

                      A vision wished to be acknowledged.

A little errand of mindfulness;

Grass seemed pleased.

Pleased, only to my eyes.

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Weigh Not…

That particular morning

She dressed in her white chiffon,

 

An elegant maxi dress

Not have been her taste for long;

 

She wore it but that day

Hoping to keep the wish

 

Her loved ones, once had expressed,

Remained elusive since then,

 

With no frills attached.

She gave a second look.

 

That day was not hers;

Theirs, for sure.

 

“Weigh not our love for you”

The eyes that had met hers, said.

 

Love spoke not much for itself

For she had become love herself.

 

I reread the last passage on that morning.

 

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