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”
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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
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
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
She Walks, he waits
In dilemmashe walksIn expectationhe waits In expectationHe is earlyIn dilemmaShe is late
Just ain’t enuf
Musical notesOn four linesA scribble on paperJust ain’t enuf The soundCompressing the airA wave in motionJust ain’t enuf A mix of beatsSome bass and trebleA rhythm of sortJust ain’t enuf The flute singsThrough holes in woodThe octaves on finger tipsJust ain’t enuf Song filled with wordsThe length and the meterRhyme of the lyricsJust ain’t enufContinue reading “Just ain’t enuf”
A lovely picture
Greens mingles with blueAdds a different colourA lovely picture Mix of cultures bring a tapestry of varied colours. A blend is always beautiful. Look forward for your thoughts on how a blend is better.
A box full of memories
Earth ends it’s round tripAt the place where it startedIt marks the BirthdayAnother year is addedwith box full of memories Some happy some sadWhat one saw, did, felt and thoughtEach one shaped me wellthe memories I gatherIs all that I am made of I am me
My Tales Within 