Homesick people will know when they find it hard to go. For whatever reason it may be, they just can't beat destiny. Childhood home beckons the heart. As adults we always move apart. Still at times we feel homesick when tedious day plays mind trick. The smell of home fills the mind Memories that aren't left behind Now the first chance that comes by I'll go home if I could fly!
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
The little boy loves chocolate Craves for sweet things Picks up a shiny clean plate And tries to pull some strings All he wants is a big piece of cake Loaded with chocolate cream So Mommy's gonna bake The delicious cake of his dream The oven smells amazing The baking is almost done Can anything be more tempting Than a piece cake for everyone?
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?
Light travels faster than sound The sun brightens the universe reaches where no one’s around only heavenly objects traverse Warms the planets near and far life thrives in the blue sphere The indestructible burning star spreads light everywhere. At times like a naughty child plays hide and seek with the moon The galaxies seem wild when the stars sigh and swoon