I sat there on the iron bench Amidst the large concrete pots Overflowing with seasonal flowers The evening sun shone On my tired face; for a moment I looked up from my phone Pausing the search for a cab And the frantic need to be home
All around me, I could see Hunched shoulders, quick footfall Towards the exit gate. And what for? To run away from the fatigue Of a hectic day at work Or to rush into another con call With an unending to-do list
I sat there rooted in silence Aware of the breathing Of the weary and their worry I wondered where all this leads; Why we never stopped to see The radiant blooms of Spring – Wilting sooner than ever In the heat of our distress
Wrapped in muslin Gentle dreams lie so still Spreading over eyelids Like a subtle touch of lace Vast longings, latent until Caressed by time and destiny Fresh buds unfold in glory Of spring in bloom, and All hopes glow crimson As petals of the Gulmohar Ablaze in the glare of summer!
Inhale the fragrance Of spring in abundance An extravaganza of blooms Poppies, tulips, and lilies Invading coarse sidewalks Boughs are laden with The promise of fruits Casting spells of hope On a talisman of petals Gently pulsating with life
If I could fly What feathers to adorn; A tint of pearl A hint of zircon Fragment of an angel Sliver of the Devil Shades of spring Depths of autumn Silver of a dandelion Gold blush of dawn Intricately woven As wings of a human To cross the far horizon!