Queen Bee

Sugar smelling flora

Happy hearts and

Hands that are ever full

Full with them yellow, peach,

maroon flowers

In that springtide!

Eager, ever eager! To greet me!

Expectations

Giggling brittle glass pieces
Pieces that cant pierce
Piercing that will yield nothing
Nothing that was many things
Everything that's transient
Transience that's painful
Pain that heals
Healing that meets
Meets. Meets all my expectations.

Excerpts from Gitanjali

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,-
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted and
the time had come to take shelter in silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
a new country is revealed with its wonders.

Rabindranath Tagore

To tell me you're not

Angel whispers
Just to kiss her
Just to miss her
Just to hold her tight
Honey, I thought
You were special
All along.
You played me well.
Now I hear myself say
You aren't after all-
Oh no, you aren't so
Special after all.

Universe

Like the ever circulating
Blood in the Veins
Like the ever present
Nothingness of space
Like the last harmony
Of every persistent melody
My memory, My heart,
My Soul, My body,
Finds that pulsating
Rhythm with the Universe.

Made for us!

Long Long ago
Not so long ago
We sang songs
We danced
We grooved
Because music
was made for us.