Miles…

Miles of sand

Deserted desert stretch

Etching scattered greens

An oasis in no man’s land

Man made dimensions

When lakes were born

Birds found home

I was a mirage..

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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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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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Blues

windmill

Where they meet

Sky “blue” and “green” land

I stand tall turning wind…

Where energy matters

Monday blues or morning blues –

I stand still; wiping blues, churning hopes…

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Yellow…

Flower

Bright side of yellow glows inside;

Seasons change, autumn shades.

“I am enough,” said the pollen

“Bright enough for me. ”

And hovered the bee.

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