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…