The Lone Farmer

The skies open up
Manna showers from heavens,
its cracked edges melting,
the parched earth turns supple
In the middle of the fields
there, a lone farmer stands
in happiness he soaks
a prayer he mouths,
a gentle rumble echoes
as someone acknowledges.

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The Stars Tonight

The stars are in abundance tonight,
struggling for a space in the sky
The moon’s marks smooth, silky
beaming a silky ethereal light.

The trees rustle, parting ways
You walk in, shimmering in silver
into the light, into my heart
and the universe chimes in rhythm.

The White Eagle

**The White Eagle **

The white eagle flies high,
making the azure skies her home.
The wind caresses her wings
the white clouds jealous of her feats

Yet, she looks longingly below,
The hazy green earth beckoning.
All she wants is some rest
in the cozy covers of the trees
All is wants is some respite
from what the world expects.

A Tapestry

An amalgam I am,
of the laughter and the tears
from the years gone by,
of love, of hope, of dreams
from the years to come,
a tapestry I am,
weaved together by threads
of my past and the future to come.

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Broken Seams

She is melancholy, she is my joy,
tried I have, to mend, to sew back
the broken seams of her heart.
A heart that was shattered
many summers ago.

Alas! I have failed,
My love was never enough
for there she withers away,
a little by little she dies
her laughter seeping out
through those cracks in her heart
A heart I could never mend.

A Whiff

In that noisy market,
amidst the heady concoctions,
of colours and hues,
of sights and smells,
of cacophony and chaos,
all I heard was silence,
all I got was a whiff
of roses and you.

The Great Oak

That great oak in my grandma’s garden
my long lost friend,
For many a summer evening I spent
her leaves rustling a gentle music
As a dreamy me weaved dreams.

Years hence, here we stand
The great oak and I,
she looks at me sadly
And asks am I weary?
I say yes I am
Come, says she,
rest some more
dream some more.