VIOLET BLISS

The summer has began

The sky is blue , the clouds are sparse

Fresh and  lush green

The Pungai tree is in  full blossom

Under its cool shade

Sitting by the scattered blossums

Violet Bliss !

LEAKY PITCHER

Seasons have changed

The grass is brown and dry

Not different form their shadow

The dry silhouettes of trees

meandering  sands  remain

As reminding  remnants of the  once flowing stream

Not heeding to these signs

Oblivious in ignorance

I let my only pitcher leak!

SILENT HUM

The thumping heart


The racing blood


Restless feelings


Unfettered by all this


In the background


The silent hum of the mind