A poem to motivate you.
Coming Home.
Home is where the heart is. Towering mansions, Rising heights, Longer cars, In colours bright. Apartments fill, Like a bee hive. I don’t know my neighbour, Yet I don’t know my tribe. The evening games, Were replaced by apps, Games changed. Like the clowns cap. The circus is still on, Just it mostly plays on…
Left and Right.
Left is kept, For the most amazing company, Left is reliance. To watch the back. Left is left. When you leave. Take care of your left. And the left will take care of you. even when you’re slept. Because left is left. The centre. Defines your root. The place of anchor And the rhythm of…
Today.
Today. Come down, As serendipitous showers. Darkening the colours. Raising contrasts. Making the grass blades smile. Come down As clouds of moment. Spinning white and blue and dreams Into the greens. If only for a while. Come down, Any day, Lighting the world, In your way. Come down To go away. Like everything. Or may…
Sunlight
Filtering sunlight. Makes it nice. While the jungle, Providing Shade, Remains humble. There’s this thing about the woods. Makes you feel, Like Robin Hood. It’s there, When you’re not here. The jungle Does not moves anywhere. It has a personality. Like waking up to reality. The totem To make you Feel alive. The jungle, Vibrates,…
What’s your Wish!
What’s your wish today. What do you think, When you’re thinking Of what to think. When wants and wishes Are all here, Take a moment To realise a full cup The emptiness, Never came in halves. You never had the time To count your blessings To pet your calves. What do you think, When your…
Spring
Spring. The bloom and green, Signifying life. Appear in tandem Like a young couple, Husband and wife. Ready to bear fruits. They grow together From bud to fall Feels unlike the love now, Momentary, Chatting and calls. Confined in walls. The younger buds may get The whispers of the bees Why do You see a…
Green
Green into my being. Where have you been I ve been to the jungle To look at the queen. Did you find her though? Asked the nazneen. Yeah, I found her in the leaves I found her in the trees I find her in the air Talking to bees. The mother holds All with pride…
Showers and flowers.
flowers
Collaborations.
Collaborations The cumulative, Dances in the moonlight. Retaining The individual charms. Subjective crowds Turning into mobs OrInto choir And symphony A collective voice That speaks aloud. Creating Miracles, As we go by. Collaborations Never disappoint Making magic As time goes by. Come home to togetherness.