Wind-Chime Duet

With the Wind so wild,

not whistling softly along,

the Chime had forgotten 

her usual sweet song.

She screamed and banged,

“What a bully, the Wind has been!,

pushing me to an angry dance! “
The Sun heard her complaining,
and finally peeped out,
from behind his grey-white
blanket of cloud.

Impassioned Wind was calmed,
till he promised to become a breeze,

Candid blue sky in the background
with golden rays strumming through it,
together they are now singing,
their good ol 'Wind-Chime duet.

Sip of the Night

Evening, mellowed 

by late noon light,

reveals the crisp edge 

of a clear blue sea.

Stealing the last bronze

from a half-set sun,

Venus becomes a diamond

in Moon’s crescent cup.

With a slice 

of dream-studded skies,

this dark fluid of the night

fills me again, one sip at a time…

:: Scribbled while we waited to catch a glimpse of comet Neowise...but no luck! ::

Barefoot on White Sands...

On the edge of night and day,

in silent pondering she waits.

Barefoot on white sands

she has already married the sea...

P.C : Desert Islands Project Photoshoot

Winter

Sun-flavoured breeze

whispers to my ear

a secret from far-off lands.

Sky smiles a knowing blue.

Can you trace it,
in my water mirror?
Asks a sparkling sea...

Again

Again my mind is a calm sea...
and again, the sky, too clear a blue
to stir up ripples of eloquence in me!

:: Photo Credits: Krish Nair

There was a Time...

There was a time,

when my heart sensed a romantic moment

as green tree tops caressed the azure shades of dusk

and raindrops became pearls,

upon lavender petals,

mirroring a shy rainbow across the glazed sky.

There was a time,

when seasons spilled ripples of hope,

from foam-laced waves of the sea,

picking up hints for creative vents.

There was a time

to breathe the serene sense of satisfaction

in the art of creating.

To smell the change of mood flavours

and turn them into artistry of words.

There was a time

when the wind knocked upon my mind doors

and brought along sun-kissed tales from the horizon.

When thoughts found their way into a newborn poem

and steered this lost poet to her favourite secret place.

It’s when the me-ness within

recognizes the beautiful way out,

I know there will be a time

when inspirations will fly back to me…

:: I am so caught up in motherload that there is hardly any time to feel inspired.Let the tiny bit of creativity left inside find a way out towards new expressions.

Purge

Teeming with glee,

the rare first light,

echoed on my face,

in ripples of relief.

As though someone

just took a heavy bag

off my shoulders.

I no longer care to be

contained within a belief.

Far into unnamed distances,

an ocean of green grass,

flows uninterrupted,

to kiss the edge of the sky.

I now run free.

For my thoughts are at rest,

when they wander so aimlessly.

With a few clean sheets of paper

and a newly quieted mind,

I write myself happy.

PhotoCredits : Krish Nair

Sky Shadow

O slouching sky, bruised black-and-blue,

stirred and stained with doubt,

you hold back a mystery this anxious morn.

Let the dewdrop impregnate

those brooding black clouds.

O sky, cry your heart out!

Wish a sunbeam weaves through

your thick fog filled quilt,

to unfurl back a gleaming silhouette…

O sky, I admit defeat!

Your reflections blend into my moods

and my mind is but a dark sky shadow.

~scribbled on one of those gloomy mornings...

Spring Musical

I hear it in the rustling leaves,
lucent against soft light rays.
Through twisted boughs,
the Sun sprinkles stardust ---
it lightly brushes my skin.

The wind passes a chill,
among tousled grasses.
Their sprigs pirouette
to the tune from a bulbul ---
she whispers it in my ear.

I lay beneath the foliage.
Far beyond, the cloudless sky,
daubs blonde streaks onto the sea
and waves sing along in chorus ---
that forgotten song of spring.

~ A perfect Friday morning by the picnic park along Khaleej Al Arabi street. Spring is in the air.
I caught some shuteye under the trees as my boys played on the grass.

Midwinter Mist

Eerie mist haunts
this midwinter Monday morn.
Atop a hazy cloud by the sea
the balcony merges
with the vapours of my tea.
Nowhere in the fog
unaware of their own bounds,
detached roads vanish
under smoked shadowy tresses
of giant Ghaf trees.
As smog - smudged structures
hover over nothingness,
strewn into thick air, I hear
silent sounds of prayer…

~ Midwinter Monday mornings in the desert seem mistier every passing year!

Night

Liquid black veil
stretches across
flickering puddles
of drenched light.
Pitter Patter.
Lit reflections dance
on snaking streets.
Tip toeing beside
a weeping window
I watch the night
elope with the rain.

October Sky

Snowy white twirls drift by
plaiting into balmy orange ringlets,
and dreams draped in periwinkle blue
rise beyond purple skylines…

Pale peach cloud veil hides a shy sunset.
Soaring birds in flickering lines
spurt onto the streaky sky palette
as a sleepy twilight lulls them homewards.

Like stippled cake batter in azure shades
baked golden by the evening light.
Or a hand painted canvas, freshly smudged
and left to dry on meandering winds of dusk…

In the warp and woof of breezy threads
a lost moon hemmed in lazy autumn colours
and a lilac laced festive October sky
trails the scent of a desert winter.

~ I love these perfectly warm October evenings. Gone are the hot harsh days of yearning as the sky always has something new and exciting to offer...

Boundless

I feel your presence anew each time ---
a never-ending crinkled fabric of coolness;
rushing waves in bouncy sparkle,
playfully prod to the glistening shores.

Tiny hands build castles by your bay.
You enter their world of engrossed play.
Fond messages carved onto your coast,
dissolved into neverland by a blameless splash.

An intense push onto soaked sands,
then you hold me gently in moving stillness …
The sound of your breath, a meditative tune
caresses me into a day dream.

Hidden in breezes of salt swept stories,
a heart forlorn drowns the unwanted,
where many a treasure lay buried forever
with secrets of your deep boundless spirit…

~ To the vast lively Arabian Sea at Fujairah, before it gets confined in the Arabian gulf and lets go of an unbounded persona…

Spaces Speak

A vibrant ray of light
knocks at my window ---
I bring with me the warmth of the spring;
a known clarity to rinse the vision afresh…
Empty your mind. Let me in.

A playful wind slides in through the louvers ---
I carry along the fragrance of change;
a mysterious newness to breathe in…
Untangle the self.
Dance with me.

And all of a sudden, the air is different.
My spirit lighter yet stirred.
Spaces speak .Thoughts respond.
I sense each breath
and live it abundantly.

~ Its simply a wonder to realise how Spaces respond differently to each season , to each person and to each mood...