I guess the fruits are just twobitteror sweet which one we getis throughour intentanddeed the taste and texturebitter or sweetit springsfrom theseed the pulp and the colourtaste and smellis what makes the fruitand the fruit hidesthe seed
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Amma
Emerged into the world A life Delivered through pain Suffering the excruciating Screaming To offset the pain Months of rearing Feeding off herself Her every bit of grain Fretting and worrying Unnoticed at time Many times, in vain Letting go her needs For everyone else Without a strain Ever willing to give To sacrifice SheContinue reading “Amma”
There lies the moment
In the rush of things The moment stops Somewhere between Earlier and later And that’s where There is no speed No expectations No comparison Nothing lesser or greater But there lies still the intent of motion And the sense of purpose The seed of every future a pure slice of the creator There lies theContinue reading “There lies the moment”
A live performance
She swoopedWith practiced ease perfect balanceperfect poise millions of eyes focussed on onewith precision and least noise Wings invisibletoo quick for the eyeskeeping it staticbefore the final dive Dipped in nectar nearest to blissyet sure of her purposeto fill up the hive A work of artdone as a routineand a performanceI saw it live
A reason to Smile
It has no reason to smile Yet it smiles for no reason
They can only be Purple
Some orange, some greenThe buds are yet to openThey flower purple
The feline bench #haiku
Long drives are not long enough
The day is about to start
It’s the silhouetteAcross the skyThat stays rootedIn the happy earth Table and the chairs Make a happy mix They wait for the morning tea And moments that make it worth The setting is divine The heavens have descended And in midst of it all Love fills the happy heart Shadows accentuate the light Colouring theContinue reading “The day is about to start”
Yet I row
I am staticmy life is movingI see from my windowwhatever it shows I was youngI will be oldwhat changes I wonderas I grow I am not going anywhere I have reachedmy life is still movingwhich direction, I don’t know my boat is staticthe river flowsI know thatyet I row
