Month: March 2022

The breeze, the shore,
The sand, the wind’s roar.
The waves come and go back,
Showing the world’s two sides- white and black.
The cool breeze fluttering my hair,
Wandering in the world without despair.
The boundless horizon, sparkling in the rays,
The unending world, it portrays.
The mighty palm trees dancing shamelessly,
Their fronds swaying with the wind, in full glee.
The rough sand particles holding together to make a child’s castle of dreams,
The whooshing of the wind- a loud silence it seems.
Dipping my feet in the water is like a mother’s embrace,
It feels different near the shore- a serene place.

There was something within
The yellow envelope, in
the dusty attic
of a house chaotic.

Mats were laid, the house was clean,
But under the mats, in a nook never seen,
A yellow envelope was there
With a few memories bare.

It shone peculiarly,
Getting my attention unknowingly.

Peculiar was the yellow envelope,
Peculiar was its writing,
Peculiar was its address,
Peculiar were its stories.

The envelope was big, with memories filled.
A long letter within,
With several stories in.

I read it whole,
My eyes glowed,
for
Beautiful stories were told.

The envelope, faded and old,
held for me
riches untold
riches not to be seen with eyes
but felt by the soul
as lives unfold.

The Memories
Gazing at the stars on a warm summer night
By the fire cozy and bright
And looking back at all that we’ve been through
This moment is a fairytale come true.

We aspired, decades ago to be there with each other
We were clueless of what future held for us
Now that it’s been 50 beautiful years,
We celebrate this togetherness with simple cheers.

More than love is what we have
Happiness, respect, trust and faith, but nothing to brag.
It’s been so long, but we still love each other and us
And have more years together on this life bus.

The Trick
The serenity of the wind
The absence of the mind
The scintillating sunset
And the reflection of it all in my eyes.

I feel numb yet warm inside
Seeing the sun reach out for the skies
The horizon looks like it’s chasing me
And the birds are singing just for me.

The long breath I take
The conscious mind I again awake
Nature played me well yet again by this tranquillity
When I should’ve known the world is still as restless as it ever was.