Sighting of a paradise bird

                                                             At the Rameswaram temple- year 2014.

Reminiscing the sixty years
Is like
The bird of paradise
Tiny white
With tail in full sight
It happens
Going higher and higher
In small jumps
Lost but seems not
In single
Branch to branch
A reminder
That we are.

Butterfly

                                View of a Stockholm street, 28th January, 2015.                   

A bubbly little butterfly deciding to come along

Flapping its wings black n blue

Teasingly lets its gaze fall upon

When I do not turn my eyes off the moving road

Back at home the unchanged news board

After years of dull pain is all that was left

The news excited no more

There are good times and then there are bad times

All pass;

Until a butterfly sits on the moving glass

Coming along when I try to get it inside

It must be gone, addiction to life is never over

The fantasies remain unreal enjoyment,

And I know there is no way

But really is there no way

There must be for all the rush

Rejection of all paths but one,

Dark all around and lighted in.

 

If every tear turned a verse

                                                Walking through vineyards in Vienna- year 2014.

If every tear turned a verse

Starting a droplet swelling to be a sea

Like in times of scarcity

Love dispensed at cross roads

By unknown hands,

A cold solitary grave

That could not be shared

And lonely crowds the only way

For the travelled distances

That ended ever so far away.

In pursuit of happiness

                       A walk through the Jubilee Park on the new year day at IISc, Bangalore.

The sun withdrew as I moved the clothes from the line

The birds hurried but why did I not look up as I left

The courtyard and a year, all gone behind

Feelings strayed out of calm, a failed resolution

Solitude and a world, of truth in earnest

New beginnings so often, in pursuit of happiness.

 

(Celebrating New Year 2015.)