Traveling unrestrained The vast wilderness Floating on clouds Making mistakes Capturing the bliss Of throwing care To the whistling winds! All our messy lives Seeking happiness! Failing to behold Nature that throbs With the power Of just being!
Did the strings break Or the melody die out Were they so complex The words and the sounds? Composing emotions Did you fall into the trap Of raking up memories Kept under a wrap? Now here’s a whimper There a mad laughter Grief from the past Rises in dark spectre!
Gulmohar trees swaying In the summer heat Tawny branches bursting With fiery flowers, Crimson petals carpeting The gray gravel road Gleefully picked up For sword fights With tender stamens; The tiny tip breaking free In innocent games Losers none, all winners be! Green sepals become Fake nails in child’s play It is all beautiful, speckled Like colors of tomorrow! A burst of tanginess Tingling the soul, Children head home Chewing sepals, petals; Just a flower, so much to give Until it melts – orange, blue All comes to rest, in dusky hue!