Green open palm handMay be more than five, fingersThough many palm lines spanWould one hold, read the palm Slender threadlike tendril stretch, twines around, The climber rise the creeping highSofty stems vine reach up, once moreLush green enjoy the breeze Gleeful small yellow beauty highWelcoming soft sun shine Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet tooTell me buzzing bumbble bee…
Who inscribed curvy lines, beautiful designson fingersModern day biometric scanners everywhereseeks warmth finger impressionFetch and fly away like a busy bee… Who wrote a big storyin blue eyesLife’s endless journey, many portsiris scanners seeks warmth lookSeamless, that stings a copy too…Fingerprint, iris eyewonderfully craftedWho or how regardless, admireHolds many informationof unique human identity… Though modern technologyable to capture and ...
Life is a journeyPassing many milesholding good old memories.Hard and tough roadsHaving many turns, ups and downs.Whatever it isTrue smile take all away.The shortest mileof life’s journey is a smile.That could hold the impressionlife long…What draws a smile,Deep under ocean of mindsofty wave of smile is born,don’t know where exact.Nerve fires, smile muscletiny little muscleattached to mouthto cheekbone is activated,Corners ...
Waxing moon shineson afar raysfrom hiding sunFading moon leavesthe sky darkerStars concealed bybright moonlightvisible only in darkMay be those areless intenseor not closerBut self-lit always…
Angles, distances and lengthsClimb down and towards the centreConnecting the lines in a centric mannerHard work during dark witness by sparkling starsAt the end white silky webThat’s a skill…Walk around to make surejob well doneOh no, a tear drop trapped inTurning here and thereTo the rhythm of airMade me sad…A tiny droplet kissed my headThat may be in a hurryGiving ...
Eyeballs rolling overfingers walking throughthe long ballot paperSearching for the likes of dislikesGetting a list may be miserableSimply a cross,if it reaches the cage may be rejectedelse, will it choose the right anyway…
Walking StickOne who posses mayDepend on it, use as a walking aidand move slowlyJust hold in handand walk fastMove around it in air,if so shall make sure it does not reachothers nose
Being a longVery long dark phaseHammering hardEndless test on patiencePondering flashesSleepless nightsAching shouldersTiry eyes, no more tears forming tiny dropBegging my ownlittle heart; that’s big whenhaving plenty ofsun shine, but I’m in dark…keeping the rhythmI shall bridge andpaving the wayFor journey of myDarling ones…Still I'm hopefulWaiting for New crescent moon for life…
Though It was a strong bark holdingmany branchesfull of leaves, flowers and fruitsspreading fragranceproviding shade for tiring walker...Once crafted and turned into a piece of expensive art workDoes one expect afresh bud or two? Rather, holding bunch of artificial floral decoration...
