Perplexed Perceptions!

That day, the earth was drenched. The gloomy sky, Dripped drops of purity, The water, untainted Nuzzled my face calmly. Wondering what this feeling evoke, I peered at the world, That stretched above me,  Like a trampoline,  my heart spread its wings The horizon was unseen, The sun lost in tumult. My eyes soared and explored, Only to be mesmerized, By the magnificent play... Of colours that glided, The world above was shielded, With vibrance of love, With a sense of empathy, That challenges perception of man. A pair of birds that flew, Brought me back, The rapidly firing neurons,  were now conscious of the land. The Prodigal observant knew, what the world beneath lacked! Like a new born star, I perplexed  The universe unravelled, It's magic began to seep, In me, Life began to reap. x

Rare are occasions when the heart melts, the deceptive element ends, and the distance between us is more than just a drag of miles. Things that were left unsaid, Feelings that were untold, And memories that couldn't be formed. My mind ponders whether it was meant to be; For you to get to know me. Or was it meant to be, For my repressed heart, To open up and fly, To invite you to peep, In the deepest nooks Of my broken heart. Rare are occasions when the mind settles, With just a stir of cheer, That these dragged miles, Can be flown in and out. That, Things will be said, Feelings shared, And a lifetime of memories , Waiting to be formed. Like the Lily in my garden, I live every day, I don't even care, that the day might end. Because the Lily in my garden, Tells me everyday.... " Fight for life, fight for love, and fight for every person, Who you know, Is just right"

Red ants marching to the working site, Red dwarf star twinkling bright at night. Red haired woman walking down the street, Red wavy hair kissing her neck so neat. Red cherries plumping red lips, Red wine swirling and twirling hips. Red sun that reddens the sky, Red dahlias that see sparks fly. Red boots and red umbrella, jumping on rainy days; Red rubies dazzling, as long as the Queen's diadem stays. Red corals guiding divers deep, Red maple leaves swaying in autumn wind. Red spectacles that went missing in the end, Red chillies and tomatoes lusciously draping spaghetti red. All things beautiful, All things red. Just like the Red diamond, Oh! So rare. Attachments area

Y ou paint a pretty picture, Like the glimmer of lilac, Across our dull pink sky. The passerines,flying high; The kites, higher. Little birds that spot, berries atop. I see them now. I want to sit with you, Amidst the Birch trees, On the archaic wooden bench, That grins on our backs; While we sing, The song of love. LOVE, that is different, the one that gives courage. COURAGE, to escape the pansies of this world, to walk tall, like theses birches in the Garden of our Love. Let us take a stroll, You and I, walk with the woodland, Till the sun downs in gold. Come back later,   To the moonless sky,   where the stars shine and   so do our eyes;   where the bareness of the bench,   Concealed;   But that of our hearts,   Revealed.

Of baked biscuits and toasty marshmallows, Of hot soup and finger food, Of fallen leaves and dewy trees, Of frozen lakes and cozy wakes, Of warm sips of coffee and warmth of melted toffee. There were endless tales. Of love filled embraces and bittersweet tattles Of spiteful gestures and overdue caresses Of unsaid words and long lasting letters, Of genteel chivalry and pillow fight rivalry, Of a million novels and novice writers. There were endless tales. Amongst; Loveless bickers and flawless lovers, Friendships and new found admirers, Wildflowers and a bouquet of dasies, Laughters and unshed tears, Old fables and tender insults, Stood the coffee table. Forlorn mysteries it carved, Under it's wood it smiled, Gazed at the chair and whispered, "Tell my stories to your visitors, Tell them, they need not surrender. For they are not alone, There were many who wondered and wondered."

There is a glitch in the cosmos Like a Ticking time bomb Run towards the end, Try not blend. Broken glasses that hamper vision Shattered houses that scream in unison! Where are we heading? Bustle but not hustle There is rain, It sometimes, might just be a pain! Wasn't there a favourite song? Which no more rings a gong. Weren't there plans of youth? That all went South. Your universe may pause, but the parallel one might survive Hold onto to your cause, Your soul might revive. There is Mayhem we can't pass. A mind full of chaos, Just like the glitch in the cosmos.

1,2,3 STOP says the sign of RED. 20 seconds of pause; In life ,without loss. The momentum staggers to stop Cranky men don't like to halt. Adjusting her braid, the little girl rests; on her father's back, she finds a cozy nest. Soundless bickering of newlyweds, Are they wondering about the bedspread! Doesnt lie, does it? The clean window glass of a shiny bright car. Donning his hat,grumpy gram looks dapper, I ponder, if he hates the same rapper. Oh, look a dream catcher... Alas! A fellow hopeless dreamer. Restless feet and restless fingers, Unpaid bills of spendthrifters, In sync go our mindless jitters. Are they tired of running, just like me, are they glooming? Are we all in the same race, just a mild difference in pace! And, 1,2,3. GET READY hints the glinty YELLOW. Unsaid problems and unknown solutions, Mighty humans hit their starters, Ignited engines roar together, A melody of mutual supporters. 1,2,3. GO says the growing GREEN, Familiar bo...

In the three shades of sky and a hueful grey, I saw, happiness... In the laid back weekends and  hustling weekdays, I saw, happiness. In the tears of pride, with a flashing smile, I saw, happiness... Between the apple trees, cocooning together, In those lovers, I saw, happiness ... In dreams that shatter and ramblings that matter, In the urge to try and fail and try, I saw, happiness... Interview jitters and dapper youngsters, In the crisp white shirt and a paisley tie, I saw, happiness... Freshly bruised with a haversack on loose, Eyes on the summit and a firm stance, In her breathless struggles, I saw, happiness... From last minute embraces to messy goodbyes, From homecooked meals to extravagant dines, In their friendly alliance, I saw, happiness... In the basket of errors, Full of egos, In the art of letting go, I found, Happiness.

Temper tantrums of gullible toddlers, First tricycle rides with elder handlers. Silent touch of first love, And loud break ups with quailing noise. Babies and their nannies coddling, Old grannies, whiskey sipping. Anxiousness before dinner dates, Kicking it off with playmates. Inaugural meet with the first cigarette, Coughing it out with endless regret. Lonely benches with lonely people Girl friends and their gossip mingles. Muddy puddles with dirty feet, Bouncing children with cheeky fleets. Graduation caps in all their glory, Bouquet of daisies and a dress so flowy. Gaiety and remorse, It saw it all, A never ending chronicle, But the Lamp-post told me all.

What is temporary and what is permanent If we had all the answers, Won't we be impertinent to all the fate's favors. Crisp like the winter air was his presence becoming on me was his essence. Troubled eyes and sharp wit How can I forget his diligent insight. A recital in his own he told stories unknown A figment of imagination a momentary phase Enticing and enthralling our story propelled. If my dreams were to be produced He would be the director Of my theatrical debut, He would be the creator. The fictional element in my non fictional life Ceased to exist as the climax was reached A mystery himself He disappeared slyly What Enigma! What clandestine exit! Now that I rewind the tale He was never meant  to dwell As we all know: Not all stories are meant to last Most are Anecdotes  that always leave a cast.

Warm sips of coffee Frangrant paths that aren't mossy. Nonchalant endless moors Sudden outbreaks of warm swoons Mutton stew and flat bread Roses that are not red Joyful whispers of tiny birds Misty windows and the world blurred The tigress and her cubs Hungry workers enjoying grubs Dainty birds with red tails You and I in a fairytale Glooming eyes and tender smiles Prodigious mountains and boundless skies Stars to talk And a lovely walk Burning embers in a broken heart And all that mends with a chocolate tart.

The color of my skin is akin to the sublime sun, it's almost blinding. Is it the golden glaze it reflects or the confidence that creeps under? I wonder, I wonder. Like the moon, its covered in freckles, still undiscovered. stretched by the atrocities of the world, the swirled striae dwell unconcerned, on my body, so curved. The glittery glimpse of Aurora fails, but that of my dermis prevails. The vast expanse of brown, like coffee brewed, Ogling eyes on the tan supple The ivory gloom of matted white, A spectacle to the sinful mind. Olive,chestnut,almond and mahogany all in all , it screams agony, when will it breathe in harmony? Scrutinizing my shade, won't come to their aid, It will be portrayed only a disgrace, to the minds of human race. My skin is my essence, Blessed ,is its presence Now, Their folly comments, wont make amends.