"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Random Thought Vlll

Scripture reading

purpose of reading is not to get away from life
But to derive strength in quiet moments to face life

Search for peace starts from within 
When peace descends
It is not for retiring in seclusion
But to open up to the creative process 
That aspires to bring out what is best in you.




Random Thought Vll

Temperature

Temperature today
Freezing outside
Sizzling inside.

Talk Show

Fire lit; the kettle whistles  
Moist steam sprayed

Even the windows get warm.

Random Thought Vl

Emotions are to a poet 
What sky is to birds
Of depth and vastness
To venture and explore

In limitless mental flights.

Random Thought V

Random Thought V

Nature created just one law
What comes into existence
Must one day cease to exist
Man creates thousands of laws
In trying to get away from last half.

Body vehicle of mind
Mind vehicle for Nature

Nature vehicle for ?????
Endless debate!!!!!!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Autumn

Thoughts swooning under
Autumn chill of afternoon
Flowers loosing bloom
Chirping birds return to nest
Dusk falls silent in night's lap.

Lyrical cicadas create music
Crescent moon and I
Silent listener to the lullaby
Being sung for drowsy leaves
Of black oak.


Rain washes the summer heat
Cool and pleasant is autumn breeze

Under twinkling stars of dark sky

Calm kisses the autumn night
Wrapped in sequin of tiny bluets
Earth's robe is still hazy green
Her red and orange dress is being tailored

For fall's show by skilled craftsmen of time.

Privilege Audience

Pushed by the wind a leaf rises high in sky
It dances under blue sky circumventing the trees
Slides through branches and manages to rise again
She is the lone dancer of that evening's performance

I am the privilege audience in time's chosen theater