Showers and flowers.
.
They always charm
Surprises.
The unexpected
Yet comforting.
Life goes on
In little potions
Yet the uniqueness
Every day things
Its a reward
Which doesn’t has any prices.
Life goes on
In little potions
Of surprises.
He points out to the bird
Long tailed
Sharp colors
No, it’s different than the cuckoo
Which he heard him hail
It’s the same and its different.
May be a different bird
Mundanity
Making us indifferent.
It was just yesterday,
When we had time to look out
Things to talk about
Now it’s just everyday,
A different moon rises.
While we sit inside cages
Unknown,
Ignorant.
Passing our ages.
A new friend reminds
Of thinking and living
Of reading the book
Or turning the pages.
Life goes on.
In little magical potions.
While we watch the dice roll
Waiting for our six,
Slow and nice.
Melting snow and ice.
Those who saw the world
Inside the pallete of krishna
And those who saw it as well
On the grain of rice,
Don’t wait,
But create
Their own surprise.
The best duets,
Have this flow.
One a little soft
Another melting.
It’s a treat to watch
The ballet goes on for hours.
Till the rain stops
Though tired,
Performing the little show,
And do you know who gets the prize?
The performer or the onlooker?
Life still goes on
In small potions
Full of gratitude.
For all the magic
For all the power
For all the surprises
Thank you.
Flowers and showers.