The God’s Whisper

The yellow one
Who sets 
the palate
Who mixes 
the colours
Who holds 
the divine brush
To paint 
this wonderful picture

In the splash
Of colours 
Lies the speck
Of creation
If the pixel 
is so divine 
How great would be
the complete picture

The colour
is in the eyes
And the mind divine
Only those 
willing to stop 
and witness
Can hear 
The God’s whisper

The red petal

Fallen petal in my garden
Lonesome Red petal
a piece of the tree
is now fallen 
And free

Bathed in the
Dew drops, pure as glass
Served and protected
by loyal blades of grass

It retains its colour
Vivid and true
Unaware it’s fallen
And would never be new

In decay
It glows
What it is
It shows

Its fallen
Yet it remains
With its colour
the mind it stains

Soon 
The petal
would cease to be
Dissolved in life
no longer be there
For everyone to see

It had fallen
Separated 
And free
Dissolved in the mud
Would seep back
Into the tree

People fade, Music remains

Sitting in a cafe
Music baring loud
Can’t hear a thing
Alone, in the crowd

Cocooned in the song
People speak with no voice
Just the lips moving
And a silent noise

There is no one to see
Blinding Lights cloud the eye
In those flickering lights
shadows hide, whoever am I

In the public, I find
My own private space
I have nothing to explain
There no one I need to face

As it gets louder
There no more sound
People fade
Music remains