Hey sweetheart, how was your day? For so many hours you were away. I searched for you far and nearby. I looked for you up in the sky. When I got too tired to search, I rested awhile on that pigeon’s perch. Look, I gathered something to eat and splashed some water on my feet. I’ve been waiting for you all evening. Glad you’re back, my dearest darling! Now it’s time for us to return. Another day’s work is fruitfully done Whether it’s bad or fair weather separation only makes us get together.
The garden is in full bloom- thorns guarding roses. Distinct floral perfume, pleases our hungry noses. Birds and insects are busy with a pleasure Spring trek. Yet the bees seem nosy, giving each flower a little peck. They pick the prettiest of all, with petals most delicate. Though the bees are small, they have abilities innate. They collect the finest nectar to make the sweetest honey. A bee is an active pollinator that doesn’t work for money!
Busy bustle of weekday morning A break between classes A yawn followed by some stretching Putting down sweaty glasses As I come near the window ledge The pool sparkles in the sun A pair of pigeons sat on the edge Having a serious conversation They bob their heads in dissent Preen their feathers to look nice Coo if they luckily assent Flap wings in the water to entice They can talk without words Argue without any sound I love to see the busy birds They never fail to astound
Babies throw their hands and feet as if throwing punches in the air. Then they try with all their might to turn over without any fear They balance with their elbows, raise themselves on their knees put their palms before their feet, and move forward with unease. First they crawl as far as possible, then raise up their hand for aid. They hold onto whatever they can and succeed to stand unafraid The future holds many first steps if you’re unafraid of a fresh start Starting over doesn’t mean you lost if you have courage in your heart
Sitting in the warm Spring breeze I try to draw a portrait of words The exhausted sky looks at ease smiling at returning birds A few twinkling stars in the sky City lights blinking bright My shadow is asking me why my curious feet are quiet I smile a bit, I stroll and stop I feel time silently flow I stare around from the rooftop While the city buzzes below I often hear what I can't see The spirit of silence Darkness introduces to me My heart's silent cadence
What might warm up our hearts? Little joys of nature for me Birds measuring the sky in parts Puffy clouds floating free The changing twilight skyline bright streaks spread far and wide The setting sun bright clementine Moon emerging like a shy bride The squirrel scrambling for treats The butterfly kissing new flowers The ants marching on the streets Dragonflies in summer showers Nature has abundance of treasure For those who search little delights I, for one, seek solace and pleasure in nature’s simple sights
Those unkept words Unfulfilled promises Unrealised dreams Fading memories Plagued by regrets We keep moving on Striving to survive in limited time and means Climbing the stairs reaching somewhere Spirit dead or alive Who can tell the difference?