The Canvas

It was shoved into my hands

As I stood there unplanned

The boundaries were laid

The colors and tools were displayed

For years I adorned with a certain quandary

Not an inch outside the boundary

Not a color from within

I stood lost in the usual din

Nature breathed a new life

The colors were now magnanimous

The canvas stood without a moment’s strife

Wanting to be anonymous

Then the thunder roared

The rain poured

The colors gave away

To make a clear Today

The Canvas stood still

With no colorful spill

The boundaries had vanished

With no societal brandish

The Canvas was eternally Now

A Masterpiece!

The Masterpiece! PC: Pexels

Summer and Mangoes!

The twin mango trees in my grandmother’ yard..
Have made me a bard
As the sun spewed rays, sweaty beads adorned us in no time
Mangoes were gathered, picked, cut and pickles savored our tongue in no time…
Ripe ones made it to the belly
To avoid a battle of mango jelly
Well memories shared around and with the tree remains…
So does the trees and their magic

The twin Mango trees

Life : A Dancing Poetry

Sun, Rain and Twilight at Auroville, Pondicherry

 

Hither and thither drives the life

Beckoning to fly like the bird once in a sunshine

Of all the days which are taxing and dull

Heart dances like the peacock in the rain

Then there is the inevitable silence of the yonder

Like the twilight of your soul dancing at the right beats!

 

A Story in a Single Image

PC: unsplash.com

 

As the camera beckons to me like an excited kid

My heart longs for an enchanting place

The travel diary flutters high like a bird

My hand aches to craft a few words

I catch the shoes tiptoeing like a scaredy cat

My soul readies for a new journey

Future: Poetry

A future so hopeful yet distant;

A second, a minute, an hour, a day, a year

Man clinging on with a faith so dear,

Pondering on the worries this instant

A better life that he dreams often

Lost in the thoughts of the morrow

Never a joy in the moments he borrows

Of others who may hit the coffin

The mind stands unperturbed and lonely

With the hope of the future content

And a world so definite

A life in the now and only

As Soul beckons for the present

Seldom does the clock strike infinite

 

Landscape: Poetry

 

Rumbak Village as seen from Stok La, Ladakh, India

“You take the colours right from the palette, I say!

You speak of a place within, I gather.

Painter happens to be my soul, ain’t it?

You often have a say with the silence.

Such myriad colours you adorn yourself with

And glare at me for treading upon you

I gasp for breath out of exhaustion and astonishment

You sure have ensnared me in your arms”

 

 

Pleasure: Poetry: Autumn

A leaf gracefully lets go of a life so old, autumn is here

Everything ushers a sense of beauty, autumn is here

Jackets, boots, scarves on the go, autumn is here

Pumpkin juice, Pumpkin Coffee, latte;slurp, autumn is here

As I walk through the woods, my heart sings a song

Of colour, bliss, grace, everything divine!

Wind beckons the end of a season, autumn is here

Sun dwindles between cloudy , cold days, autumn is here

A contentment in letting go of anything old, autumn is here

A pleasure in the journey of old and new, autumn is here!

As I walk through the woods, my heart sings a song

Of colour, bliss, grace, everything divine!

 

Flavor: Poetry

I chose Flavor as Sunshine and linked two poems. They sure talk about Sunshine in all eternity and they make utter sense 🙂

A Moment’s Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore: http://rabindranathtagoreib.weebly.com/a-moments-indulgence.html

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight by Robert Frost: http://rabindranathtagoreib.weebly.com/a-moments-indulgence.html

 

I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray.To feel of between thumb and fingers;No lasting effect of it lingers.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

There was one time and only the one. When dust really took in the sun; And from that one intake of fire. All creatures still warmly suspire.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

And if men have watched a long time. And never seen sun-smitten slime. Again come to life and crawl off, We not be too ready to scoff.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

 

Screen: Poetry

A Television screen; Big, Flat, Tiny, Curved

To soak your boredom

A Laptop screen; Touch/not, Revolving/Not, Detachable/Not

To be an attached companion on the go

A Phone screen; Again Big, Flat, Tiny

To get away from the crowd

A Theatre screen

To get lost in another’s happy, sad, funny, strange story

A Mirror, wait a minute it ain’t a screen!

Sigh, we have forgotten to read ourselves….

The Reflection!

Imperfect: Poetry

Imperfect is my name

I fall short of fame

I try to make up my appearance

With my inner brilliance

But I always lose the perfect game!