Silently shaking the leaves
There is a wind
a gentle one
Not in a hurry
Yet moving
Silently shaking the leaves
Yet not raising dust
That’s not its purpose
I wait at the beach
I sit
by the sea
on a empty
morning beach
pristine
untouched
by other footsteps
yet to reach
The morning breeze
moves the waves
ever so gently
plucking up
a few drops
with every splash
every froth
It touches my face
wipes a tear
before it rises
to fill the blue sky
puckering
the flat sky
with white
fluffy dye
soon it hides
the rising sun
dark enough
to form a silver line
sea lies placid
I watch it
float away
with a piece of mine
there it moves
northbound
turning darker
and wise
watching
the thirst
and heat below
with it’s brooding eyes
As it meets
the mighty mountain
it rumbles
spews the lightening bolt
Full and dark
there is so much
in its heart
it holds
and then
when it pours it all out
with a
final scream
it flows
happily
from the mountains
fresh like a stream
I wait
at the beach
with the morning breeze
and
I feel the rain
at the mountain top
flowing down
the stream
The wind in my hair
The wind
Blew through my hair
It brought some sand
That stayed
With me
Footsteps on Sand
Footsteps
Firmly imprinted
On the sand
Walk along the sea
trying to dodge and avoid
the waves of time
Till as long
at least
forever
Unannounced
It comes
The roaring wave
Wets the pristine feet
Leaving a speck of sand
and the frothing foam
Also washing away
Without trace
the treasured
Footsteps
Singing my song
Driven
by the unseen
I fall
and I rise
there is a fire
that razes
deep within
unseen otherwise
it speaks
in a silent
yet insistent
shout
I obey
irrespective
I have no choice
neither a doubt
sometime I win
sometime I lose
it’s a flip of coin
just a matter of chance
the voice within
still rants
I follow it
like a trance
I roll
along the slope
on a set path
tumbling along
Happy on a turn
and sad at the other
yet always
singing my song
Sun Day
If it were
not a Sunday
Would the sun shine brighter
After all, it’s Sun’s Day
Whose days are the rest?
My world
Where in the world
are you?
I called…
I am in my
own one,
My little voice
replied.
Who else is there?
I asked
Everyone here is me.
It said.
Do you like it here?
I asked
Where else would I be?
It answered,
It’s my world
Chill
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
I found
a cool attitude
and I kept it
now I am cool
😎
Sleeping in silent whispers
Sleeping
in silent whispers
heaving breath
With happy dreams
and then
she slowly opens her eyes
as the rising sun
creeps up
the smiling lips
and then
Love flows in
and fills my world
My Tales Within 