Death

In every word
that
Is uttered,
The cosmic alchemy
Of
Worldly games-
Begins and ends..
Timely, untimely death
Of, Bias and
Prejudice.

Morning Delight

Amidst Butterflies and,
Early Morning rays,
Fast paced long walks,
Among health and other
Ideals..
I lay my sore limbs against
Olive lawns.

Night

Creatures of the Night
Straying
Gazing
Looking into our eyes
Secret whispers of the Moon
Songs of winter evenings
Rewinding
Bewitching mid-day melodies.

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