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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Thoughts

An accurate mind once said,

“That’s not a very womanly thought.”

Grammatical accuracy was busy comprehending

And inquisitive mind blurted out,

“Thoughts have gender?”

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Words

Weighing words

Before spoken,

Insignificant.

Sometimes, when we are lost in the security of our mind or caught in the unknown space of absent thoughts, a friend or a stranger walks into our sanctuary with a simple, ordinary conversation. At times, we don’t realise, how we comprehend our thoughts and spoken words leave in a jiffy.

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