A pieceful drop of green

A pieceful drop of green

Monday, August 6, 2012


Pure like a drop of dazzling gold,
Yellow is the sunlight that brushes against
My closed eyes and my waiting heart
Soon deep within my soul
Hears the buzzing of warm bliss

I open my eyes and look up above,
Twirl in the swirl of green velvet under
My arms outstretched and my fingers want
To embrace the soft yellow gossamer
Streaming from the skies above

My horizons lit with this new colour
I feel my feet brazenly approach
A bouquet of sweet little daisies
They chuckle as my toes tickle them
Those moments I scoop and save;
To stir with the ones I gather  
From the next new colour

Thursday, April 26, 2012


Resplendent with bloom,
is the newly spun sapling
nestled secretly in the sea of spring

I suddenly see green...

Green in the embroidery I walk on
Green the hedges that spell my vicinity
Green becomes the breeze with lemon basil
Green the halo at the lip of every leaf

I see green...

Green in the crawl of a caterpillar
Green the dust that floats on morning dew
Green is the olive shaped heart of the zinnia
Green is the mystery of this pristine view

Green is the hue of possibility
Awakens me to take in the beauty
Of the sheen that this newness beckons
Promising the joy of a new evolution

I keep an eye on the horizon...

Monday, June 20, 2011


Blue is the colour of my soul
Blue is the colour of my heart-beat
The day as it goes, does let repeat
The mindless thoughts
About sundry and you

Blue colour washes my eyes
As drops of salty-blueness slip my throat,
But as I heed to the randomness
Of my skipping pulse,
My soul smiles at me from inside
At the jest that is life.

The smile reaches my heart
Giving it a new life
It begins to smile back
At its oblivion of other colours around
It grows and glows
Sees the blueness fade away
Ushering an era of warmer hues


This maze is full of surprises
Each time I set foot in it…
On its walls, it disguises
A map that talks to me…

This map tells me where I began
And tells me how I came upon this post
It tells me of that careless journey
Which promised me the world and more…
Oh, and doesn’t shy away from telling
All of which I avoid or abhor…

How in the abhorrence lies, I discover,
My quest for something that I loved…
How in the avoidance lies, I nod,
My quest for all that I desired and believed…

This map on the wall lies, I say
This map on the wall cries, I hear,
It lies of my follies, of my conjecture
Of my nightmares and of those abuses….
It cries of my blunders, my naivety,
The disillusions and the bruises…


And then, thinking of you today
I followed the maze of past
And there you were, sitting across from me,
How I wanted it to last...

But this time the confession I heard,
Was turning to a plea,
A plea unto you
A plea unto myself
A plea that begs our cocoons to crumble

Crumble under the feet of time
And mingle with the sands of this space
The sand, I heard my prayer say,
Might then mould itself in a fortress
Around our freshly bared souls
To restrain their escape from this unity

And the notion of that unity, struck me with the truth
Almost as if I walked into a wall of that maze
A maze where I left some question,
some exclamation and then some random punctuation…
The same maze, which somehow knows how to find me
And shows me the way to find you…