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.
Tag / muse
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.
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.
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.
Heady sagas
A tidal wave of sorts rises over,
Bookmarked into a series of events,
One leads into another –
Like a stone on explosive waters
A vacant canal at bird’s sight,
That heeds only what its born with,
A reckless setting can oft prove worthy
A task for its multi-tasked mortals.
Why question when you can sing,
The melodies and love tunes of a long-lost world,
Brimming with upheaval –
And bursting with grandiose.
Penny for your thoughts
A river flowing out into the horizon
A glitch in the leaping cascade,
A barrage of thoughts creep onto your being,
A symphony of music rising through the dawn.
Leaves
A good ol’ Frankenstein story,
Comes true at the bat of a hat,
While no one comprehends the entire truth of it,
Generations together are carried by the winds.
Prom prom
A prompt from the middle of nowhere
A scenic voyage of great beauty
An unwavering gesture from existence itself
Makes for a veritable treat for glowing hearts
A Sight into My Psyche 