Spring in the Air

Time for strawberry mojitos
Mulberry plucked from trees
Palash flowers and tomatoes
Ablaze with red so deep
Lavender teas, minty greens
Brown delight of cold coffees
Sweet fruits of labor, now
Tangy orange preserves
The sun seeping in nectar
To return from slumber
With full force of summer
Until then let me swing
In the silver hammock
Wherever the wind sways
An open book, still unread
As sparrows make acquaintance
Abuzz on the wings of a bee
Sweet fragrance of jasmine
Intoxicated with the power
Of just being alive, blooming
Until the breeze knocks it off
From its cradle and it lies
In the dust whispering goodbyes
To the flurry seeds in the air
From wildflowers in sidewalks
Destined to carry fairytales
From this corner to the next!

*Palash is a sacred tree in the South Asian subcontinent. It has bright red flowers in early spring and hardly any leaves

Forest Eyes

Ageless forests
Testimony to so much hatred!
Today I saw them
Bent, tired, wrinkled
Aging a little bit more:
Menacingly grey
Blinded by smoke
Of dying ashes
Choking on the dead
Burning trees wailing
In the distance;
They watch us closely
Waiting to strike
As vengeance stings
The forest eyes!

Forest Trail

Red dust gently stains
Vivid footsteps
On the forest trail
Our whispers are caught
In the canopy for eternity
Hanging as mist!
Glow worms flutter
In ethereal shadows
Leaves crunch below
Our feet, in a terrain
Dreamy, magical
Where lovers meet
Under the stars

Mind Matters

Whirling in my mind
A collective hallucination
Of spirits guiding me
Towards insanity
I blindly embrace
Sights and sounds
Of each murky thought

A part of me lingers
In the stale past
Seeking answers
From silhouettes
Melting in the mist
Far from sight
Never far from mind!

Delirium descends
On my tired mind
Chaos ascends
In my troubled heart
I crave for solace
In the labriynths
Of my raving madness

My mind blows
Dark dreams explode
Under the pressure
Contained for so long
Now floating free
Infecting the world
With smug audacity!

Men Gone!

The face of fear stands exposed
In the cowering silence so bold
Possessed with the burden
Of a dying, decaying world:
Rotten rivers and furrowed mud,
Fallen trees and yellowed fields!
Last of the spirits must now leave,
Poisoned by the air they breathe.
Howling waves and the silver moon
Shed crystal tears on a barren Earth
So bony white, eroded to the core
Men gone; their destruction stays on!

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