Vision

What the blind man sees
Is more intricate than
Any emotion deep
Or touch we feel
Without true sight
With power infinite
Sensing silent tremors
Buried in murky souls
Hearing gentle murmurs
When tender hearts spoke
With all our vision
We know neither fair nor evil
For all we know is a countenance
Feigning affection or
Shielding the devil

Autumn-in-Waiting

It was a rainy day when I heard
Tears of a fairy in the rustling leaves
Glistening droplets sliding gently
From flamboyant Gulmohar petals
Taking the fire and fury of summer
Into the arms of autumn-in-waiting

Autumnal Breeze

There is a sweetness
In the bronzed days
It is Nature’s scent
With honey-tinted tresses
Auburn sprinkle of cinnamon
Ginger, molasses of her skin
As she gently treads
Crunch of drying oak leaves
Golden whispers of seasons
Caressing me with faint touches
Of an orange autumnal breeze