Hopscotch

Silence danced with the wind, 

flying with the parrots, 

hearing the crow regale tales of discriminatory woes.. 

tip-toeing over rosy fields, 

transfixed by the warbler's cries.. 

blooming with the flowers, 

brightened with their smiles, 

touched by their pale core, 

pregnant with bursting seeds inside.. 

sliding on the veins of leaves, 

nestling in the lap of Earth, 

marvelling at the company it keeps.. 

playing hopscotch with sparrow feet.. regaling the pages in my heart.. 

revealing the company it keeps.. 

infinite rays of sunshine 

filled hues in words at will.. 

Streaming confetti

The lights swim across the sea like streaming confetti, dancing on the waves! 

Shaping Crocodiles that loll lazily closer to the shore 

some train baby wildcats as future guards.. some play dead becoming Egyptian mummies.. 

the moon filled with assured love, was sighted last evening.. 

hidden or kidnapped in a conundrum of threat or security.. 

eagles fly low, leaving no suspect to chance.. 

the wind hushes itself, carrying stories of secret rendezvous.. 

parrots fly helter-skelter, chattering constantly of scenarios and possibilities.. 

flowers glisten with tears, leaves tremble tenderly.. 

sky unfurls in shades of white, pink, lemon and blue reassuringly.. 

Courtiers of the sun

Pillars of lights hold up a floating home, that blows its horn loudly, declaring its territorial presence.. 

The mist reluctantly unveils the Royal necklace clearly visible across the horizon, lined with topaz and diamonds, filled with architectural shapes and coloured gems.. 

the moon pendant trendily styles modes of waxing and waning.. 

Courtiers of the sun race seamlessly across the sky, holding lightening shades of carpets.. layers upon layers, till they are satisfied.. 

drawing impromptu patterns, filling divine hues.. designated painters of sunshine, revelling in their unmatched art, 

rewarded with this gift, the canvas of the sky.. excitedly rinses brush-tips on the surface of the sea..

World holds its breath

Bathing in shards of moonlight, cleansing all the noise, peace quietly melts into everything.. 

what makes the eagle scream incessantly.. in earnest sound, filled with worry.. begging the moon to find its little one, who seems to have gone missing.. 

the wind wakes up to join the search, carrying whispers of a weak echo, from the opposite direction.. 

transfixed in a happy moment, we witness the hand of the Divine alchemist transform a silvery world to gold.. 

clouds experiment with hues seeking the right fit.. spilling colour all around in excited hurry.. 

one shapes itself as a white steed, stricken in mellow light.. few jump off like riders rolling into a ball in practiced fall.. 

slivers of rosy skin peep through the gold spun veil, as the world holds its breath, spellbound.. 

Tinge of paradise

My thoughts take wing and fly with the parrots, bratty and saucy, diving and screaming with refreshing glee.. 

freeing my heart from earth-bound shackles, they soar over the clouds, changing shapes and colors with matching speed.. 

filling my mind with shifting seasons, too swift to single or recognize.. 

creating fields of playful mines, they perceive a hand beckoning compellingly.. 

one jumps on, and others follow.. flushed with exhilaration, bathed in golden sunrise.. 

walking with the sun, leaving its footprints in the dark spaces within.. disintegrating, reborn, refreshed.. ready to start a new story with a tinge of paradise.. 

Singular canvas

The pure breeze spread notes of chanting, echoing from every corner.. with myriad conches blowing in celebration of the deity within and without.. 

the moon, a silent witness to this sanctity, walked with me hand in hand, beaming its love, enjoying the twinkle of happiness emanating by its side.. 

ethereal hues shone in the sea and sky, who colored whom, impossible to surmise.. 

meeting across the horizon seamlessly, merging themselves into a singular canvas, painting shades of diluted sunshine.. 

Cryptic clues

The rosy fingers of Dawn peep through robes of purple, indigo, and blue.. 

witnessing my quiet reverie, holding out its arms.. it paints my words in shapes and colors.. 

Dreams leave cryptic clues in languages hard to define.. Books let us experience every page of the world inside.. 

Nature represents the meanings life unfolds in our hearts.. 

Creation woos and loves pieces of itself reflected around.. 

Divinity holds in its mirror the entire Universe.. 

but our thoughts build the worlds we live, looking to Him looking at Us.. 

Mixed tongues

The moon grimaced sensing alien presence.. the sea stilled in worried reflection.. 

blimps of lighted glimpsed from afar, glided on its surface, converging towards some pre-fixed destination.. 

transforming into a giant wheel, invisible in its glaring light, the aliens sat facing the East, waiting to steal the sunrise.. 

hearts froze in hushed silence, scared to make any sound.. 

but the parrots laughed and screamed on time, alerting the ship into a water turbine..

the sky was tickled pink at their hurried fall.. 

someone lit a fire at the shore, the wind directing its shape into an ominous dinosaur.. 

two crows kissed each other thinking doom is near.. 

birds raised a cacophony of mixed tongues, cries of fear, or war, hard to decipher.. 

footprints of the sun reached the scene, walking around the wooden boats standing there.. 

Peachy sky

A peachy sky cajoled the greys and blues holding a wan moon in their arms.. 

the wind danced in refreshing abandon, pushing the unseen clouds swarming around.. 

the fog moved in with a heavy tread, reflecting the environment in our minds.. 

like a single thought removing any clarity, making it hard to see, densening with attached stories rioting alongside.. drawing reactions to lash out blindly.. 

if we accept the infinite facets of nature.. why limit ourselves with labels and names and stamps.. 

the rising sun and waning moon, all fragments created in our minds..

Mist of thoughts

Silence flounders in the mist of thoughts, glimpsing the moon strum notes of quiet and peace.. 

lost in that music, it moves to the soundless rhythm pulsing within.. 

it has a voice, it has a song, it speaks a language translated in our Being.. 

unheard.. unfelt.. the disquiet compels.. 

the chaos directs.. rushing moments into a frenzy.. and time, mirror to a mirage.. 

the sky spreads its palette in the East, brush held uncertainly, between the greys and pinks.. 

the sun finger paints muted hues, in the tranquil spaces of my heart.. writing pages of love in my eyes, making darkness a myth.. 

holding my hand.. beaming with light..