The best time of the year,
When the grass is green,
And the heat shallow –
Wind in the face,
And joy in the heart,
A testimony of things to come.
Get lucky
While the red roses bloom,
For not one,
But all –
A merriment of nostalgia,
Gets interwoven,
Into the intricate workings
Of the lively being.
Transient
A rose-thorn bush,
In the need for continuous grooming,
Feels the need –
To be ever changing.
Stargaze
To burst the bubble,
To tickle the fancies
One must ever be a fool
To conquer the far reaching entities.
Diverge
To break through the overset boundaries,
To go against the new norms,
A tinge of wilderness
Is deep set within us
Half full
A brief here, a beehive there,
Might make for an oddball homecoming.
But the best of it all,
Lies in the travails and perseverances,
Of the good times ahead.
Pensive
A penchant for the unknown,
Knows no boundaries alive
When the star-studded alliance
Makes their forthcoming heard.
Hopeful
The heart, as it dwells on its many contentions,
It swells and fades,
With the might of a million pearls.
As a standard, it flutters
As a double standard, it even hopes
For green pastures and many wonderful nights.
Bedtime story
A solitary soul,
On a reflective path
Meets the collective force,
Of a million voices
A strange tryst of destiny
Gives forth,
The searing light,
Of destinies unknown.
Gardener’s Prose
A thought grows,
As it lurks and arises
Feeble as a bee
And stinging as a roar,
As it makes best friends with you
And you’re left with no choice –
But to give in,
And seek out.
A Sight into My Psyche 