The wet grass & dry eyes

The night was quiet
Morning a bit wet
Could not gather all the flowers
Meant to adorn my temple
I am still unsure
When will the bells toll
When will the leaves fall
Spring is too far
But the door is ajar
I will wait
For the shadows to state
The truth of the moment
Hope that choice is prudent

Blame is not the name of game

Don’t blame the stars,
or the sky laden with clouds!
Rays of moon,
the re-caiberated compass;
navigating is not so difficult
Dont let the wind take your boat anywhere, strive, sustain &
the serenity will swallow,
all the doubts, fear
& flagging of the timidity

Looking up the sky

I am@silent
To listen & not lament
When it rained
I forgot to look up@the sky

See, observe & understand
Quietly disperse the leaves
Fallen on the dry ground
Sprouts of seeds birds dropped
Don’t tell a lie

#poem

Boats are not too far

When boats are far
The door to inner sanctum sanctorum was ajar
Islands were connected inside
Web of Sea weeds beside
Let us pray a bit
Storms are asleep
The dreams are knit
When boats are not too far
Shore is not the host of nests anymore
Inhale the air pure #poem

Who goes, who stays

warm breaths,
Snow flakes
Crystal enigmatic
A chair waits
—-
Life flows
Through tunnel
Of a tie
A sky full
Of birds
Not asking
Where to & why
—-
Empty space
Golden mace
Why are you quiet
Does it matter
Who goes, who stays

When persuasion is pervasive

When pain is pervasive,
patience is persuasive.
Don’t stop sailing the boat,
wind will blow, your way
and sometimes away too,
may in the time to come,
hopes sustain& empathy obtains,
a silent summit of serenity:


Love you
All

Prayer for peace

Wish you dance
The love takes you to trance
No divisions
In prayers or persistence
Can bridge the gulf of morality
Let us dance together
Let nothing divide us
Too fragile we are
If alone, & not inclusive

#poem #poetry peace & #inclusivity

Clinging to a leaf

Clinging to a leaf
Sun rays are like a reef
Sanctuary for floating dreams
Life is beautiful
Because all is not
What it seems

#poem #prayer #gratitude

The patient evening

I am not sure
If the sunset remains the same
Coming back
To you
always triggered a train
Of rejuvenating thoughts
And conversation
Knowing how fragile were the moments
But we tried to ignore the facts
There was no point in losing patience
The end is not to be awaited
It comes anyway

Does it?