Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Life is like a Box of Crayons


Life is a collection of drawings
You are the painter
would color with chosen colors
With the time
most preferred colors would finish afast
Leaving you a collection of unused crayons
because you did not like those much…
Whenever able
You would get another new pack,
color more pages
and many more, happily…
When you have decorated the other pages
eventually, you would have a collection of
crayons, colors that you did not like much
And maybe many leftover pages
circumstance may compel you to color
those with what you have
though ones you did not prefer…
that maybe for you, yourself.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

Heavy Buds


It was like tiny, tiny flowers
decorated the twigs yesterday
become softy buds
enjoying  the morning sun

Busy dark clouds in a journey
Travel a fast, maybe a far
Covering the silky fabrics arrangements 
in the blue sky

I can hear, rising sea breeze far
Speeding wind come across the land 
Bringing down the dark blanket 
maybe heavy

Mango buds are hell bent
Being unable to stand the shower
Sad, looking down
Tiny, tiny buds dropped under the tree

The bark, with burls and looking strong
Bearing many branches, twigs and leaves
Is that soft, tiny nice smelling buds heavy?
I don’t know why, but mother nature might…

Saturday, September 4, 2021

Royal Ants


Presence of wings
an ant is
the king or queen
of a colony
until they
winged ants...

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Ruler’s Court Painter


Surrounded by many
colours and tools.
his color pallets
blessed with only a certain
set of colours.

Sunday, May 16, 2021

Monday, April 26, 2021

Saturday, March 27, 2021


Though the last leaf fell off
Wish to see
fresh buds at twig ends,
turning leaves,
flowers and fragnance
Hopeful of
afresh seasons
to come

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Bitter Nectar


Green open palm hand
May be more than five, fingers
Though many palm lines span
Would one hold, read the palm
Slender threadlike tendril stretch, 
twines around, 
The climber rise the creeping high
Softy stems vine reach up, once more
Lush green enjoy the breeze
Gleeful small yellow beauty high
Welcoming soft sun shine 
Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet too
Tell me buzzing bumbble bee…

Saturday, February 20, 2021



Hollow head
Air of arrogance
Rise, rise high

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Unique Art


Who inscribed curvy lines, beautiful designs
on fingers
Modern day biometric scanners everywhere
seeks warmth finger impression
Fetch and fly away like a busy bee…
Who wrote a big story
in blue eyes
Life’s endless journey, many ports
iris scanners seeks warmth look
Seamless, that stings a copy too…
Fingerprint, iris eye
wonderfully crafted
Who or how regardless, admire
Holds many information
of unique human identity…
Though modern technology
able to capture and digitize 
the impression
I wonder what a huge data 
a little finger holds
Imagine what would be an eye…
Warmth, caring, energetic, 
amazing magic touch
at tip of fingers,
Blue eyes
that’s an adorable book
with many more pages yet to read
No comparisons,
but unique…