..and the tree said..

“the cold, harsh winter withered me away.

It left me with nothing

but barrenness.

You saw through my emptiness..

You stood there for hours looking at my

crooked arms and shriveled body.

Though I had nothing upon me,

you always looked at me with a smile and exclaimed,

“So beautiful!”

and now the sun shines down upon me

making me warm

slowly bringing me back to life.

and now just for you my dear,

I will gather all my fallen leaves

and bloom like I’ve never before.

my leaves will dance when you move.

my blushing blossoms will paint rosiness on your cheeks.

the sweet fragrance from my wild flowers

will bury itself in your soft black curls.

my breeze will touch ever so lightly,

and kiss your face.

then I will watch you,

like you always did..

I will watch you, smiling at me again.”

Winter

Snow-clad, bare-naked trees

Stood tall and still,

embracing the harshness of the weather.

Many glanced at their barrenness and looked away..

Many stared and related their miserable lives to them..

Many looked up and drew artistic inspiration..

Many lay at their feet and enjoyed the view of the clouded skies..

Admiration and disapproval,

Both seem to come their way.

But do they care?

They continue standing tall and still,

Embracing the winds of change.

A Walk

Day 90

It’s all foggy as a dream.

Tall naked trees

As far as the eyes can see.

Autumn leaves, below the feet

Warm, cool breeze touches the cheeks.

The sky is a clouded blanket of greyness

It’s only you and the forest serene.

Breathe deep to inhale the misty breeze

Walk into the paradise of your dreams.

Shame

Day 85

Who ever says,

Giving birth is a wonderful feeling

Is lying.

You are fooled into believing

About it being a beautiful feeling.

It is but only a responsibility,

It is hard work,

It is expectations and emotional distress.

Stop following the herd.

Stop populating the world

That is already over-populated.

Open your eyes India look around,

You are feeding those innocent mouths

By stealing,

By becoming inhuman

With greed

With a selfish hope

That they will be your only support

When you are old.

Driving Away

Day 76

When long stretches of empty roads begin to unwind

You secretly wish the journey never comes to an end.

All that surrounds are lush green trees,

Under the overcast skies.

Colourful bougainvillea leaves,

a book and a friend for company.

A Storm’s Coming

Day 68

Ghastly dark clouded sky,

Is this a warning, asking us to hide?

Lightning has begun to strike,

You are soon going to pour down

With all your might.

I fear what’s coming on tonight.

Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.

Rain Over Me

Day 63

The season has changed

It has begun to rain

Gusts of wind

Blow over the terrain

Rising dust in the air.

Darkness casts its shadow again

Hail thunderstorm

Here comes the rain

Pouring down all over again.