Happy Thanks Giving To All

Much is wrong in the world
News casters would never
Let us forget it. But then again
Much is beautiful in this world
The people who love and care
For us would always remind us.
Much is always there to feel down
And disappointed. But then again
Something is always there to bring
A smile on face. On this Thanks Giving day
I would rather think of every thing and
Everybody who makes life beautiful.
Be thankful to all who bring joy and happiness.
Wishing peace and love to all readers of this site.
Even from a distance you have become a part of my life.

When Old And Young Are Together

Playing around 

Little boy and grandma 

Talk ceaselessly

Some time to each other

Some time above themselves

Their strings of imagination weave

A web beyond the sphere of reality.

11.7. 2015

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For the sake of old times

Grandma goes on slide

Sitting behind two year old.

Her screams brought by sudden

Fright and sheer joy took toddler

By surprise.....

Scared and distraught two year old decisively

Puts his little hand on Grandma's round belly.

No! Grandma! No go on slide!

putting an end to grandma's next round

Of thrilling return to childhood!

11.9.2015

A Yard Full Of Leaves

Anemois are fierce today

Attacking from all directions

Carrying orders from Thanatos 

Life must go alike out of  

Woods, valley and bower 

Rodents scuttle to go underground

Birds take off on long journey

And men stock their shelters

Anticipating season's change.

Wind shook the tree branches

Like acute cough shakes the

Sick, old skeleton facing life's end

Leaves that in a spectrum of color once

Made the trees look magnificent 

Graced the vines in arbor

And swept the forest in fluorescent beauty

Flew in all directions released

To have a short taste of freedom.

They danced on streets

Romanced the waterways

Churned silence with nimble cadence 

And fell upon earth in heaps 

Filled the ditches

Covered the lawns

And brushed against window panes

Jovial and free spirited.

Submitting to the brutal assault

Of wild Boreas and Notos

They are the harbinger

Of season's change 

Almost numinous in their gentle

Reminder of Life's finite moments 

There isn't a graveyard 

As humbling and serene

As a yard full of dead leaves.

11. 12. 2015

Fall

Nature feels sober

On this cloudy fall day

Sunny morns winding down

For chilled mornings

Leaves, in a spectrum of color

Roll over ground like

Sleeping ballerinas roll in bed

After a night’s performance-

Limp and timid.