an act of writing
an act of rhymes
of gluing the words in a way
they seem pleasing to mine
pain
pain
like a motion
emotion flows
in these times
when you feel low
saddened by the facts of others
or the problems of my life
birds
birds
they fly
in the sky
varied colours
I see in my eyes
they do chirp
and they do shit
they at times sing
a melody
and birds
they freely
roam the sky
birds
can I be
in the afterlife
NAMES
like identities they attach to us
we could have them many
on the body that remains the same
names we call out
and hear our own
so special it gets
that one name
from the day we are born
till the day
the land is tilled for us
names they are an influence
a power to some
a shaming for some
names
let’s know for ourselves
what do we want to be called
names
let’s know those
the world chooses for us
knot
helps to tie
a lot of things
and makes it easy
to carry them
flowers
flowers, o many
of different shapes and size
soothing to the eyes
the treasure for the flies
a kind gesture
when offered
a symbol of beauty
when hair pinned
sometimes a path
for the one in honour
flowers they are
here and there
colours all that please
Nature
In the silence of leaves
The ones behind the fallen tress
Lays the chirp of the birds bright
I see colors
And it’s like wonder
Together walking the earth
All the might
problems
they seem like an ocean
when though upon
they are ever persisting
let’s just look over
bring thy name now
say your problems out
watch them washing away in the sky
calendar days
after speaking to time
I went wondering
where did it go
where does it come from
from the mountains
or hills?
or the rivers and the storms ?
I took a net
and kept a snare
but couldn’t catch the time
as it is
it went on
not taking stops
says it swallow me
and go on
being true
it’s like a character
one which means to stay
on the path same
going straight
when, it’s that your heart speak
pure
