Knowing

It will not hurt
What you don’t know?
Truth wrapped in muslin
Pulsates gently
Waiting to birth
To sound the death knell
Of sweet ignorance
Blissful innocence
As the soul soaks in
Lies and tales
Appeasing the mind
But stealing the heart
Of the pure joy of knowing!

Tangled Vines

Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast fascade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze

In Child’s Play

Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze in the face
Games in an idyllic noon
Clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!

Haven

Find me the peaceOf pure innocenceFree me from shacklesLet me sense miraclesUnleash the inner childConjour faces in a cloudMarvel at a shimmery bugWhisper to a tiny birdPlay with a grass bladeCount stars in night’s paradeLet my soul revel in nature;A haven for every creature!