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Natural contours of land,
Variegating with rainbows,
A continuous river
Put on a clean shirt
before you die, some Russian said.
Nothing with drool, please,
no egg spots, no blood,
So often today
You have entered me,
Like a cool summer breeze,
Through the Sun-burnt grooves.
keep on rhyming!
enjoy your life!
Long and winding road
with patches and holes
The holes which sometimes
turned into small ponds,
An emergency brake
and noise of motor horn.
No, no, they did not
bring me to a stop,
The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely,
Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion,
Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling
To sleep is it? I think so, and childhood,
Time over Tuesday, August almost gone,
So little left of summer to dream on.
I write a poem on the windowglass.
Quatrains waver like shadows in the grass.
The Taste of India
To North of India, come ‘chak le’
The ubiquitous Chole bhature,
On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March and the tree full of Mulberries.
Red, purple teasing from far, fetched a cane basket
Joyfully picked one, ate some while birds created racket.
Back in his room at Denise's bakery,
Vincent placed his new drawings on the table.
Looking at it, he felt he had made shabby sketches.
He copied them into a new sheet of paper,
on a lute of streams
by the concerto of dreams
in nostalgic world
my memory's screen door opens to the stars;
there's my Grandfather in the yard
gazing up at the constellations
A beautiful lady,
Whose face shone like a silver moon,
So lovely, like a pink rose,
In the wake of the corona virus pandemic that looms round the world
transporting many to doomsday's waiting room
leaving the diseased deceased's bereaved in gloom
I send my prayers to all affected and afflicted.
The crystalline tear that slipped away
And words that didn’t help them pause.
Hands of the clock that sashay
When you want to hear the endless applause.
(THE DAY BEFORE THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY)
Here upon the Boyne’s
(dedicated to Thelma Zaracostas)
I don’t want to lose you
Even so you always
When I grow on my wise perception of prime age
An old age home, I do not crave for definite
I allow you children, to take away my belongings and
to honour the love and feelings shared along
Sashaying along the shore,
With the seashells,
And warm sand,
back in memory
nostalgic moments relived
a trail of the leaf
The weather is lovely
Feels like a nostalgic scene
Not that one in my mind
Books are nostalgic
Which one will you pick
If you think you chose wrong
It's okay just do it again
Nostalgic And Homesick
Swallows return their old nests
people are nostalgic
Imagine a Sepia World,
a world so nostalgic;
where colours are warm,
and real is the magic.
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