He had a poet's heart
When he melted with pain at the sight of a wounded bird
Like an ice cube melting in summer's heat
The helpless eyes of grieving bird's mate
Sometime I wish I had a piano
In a long list of wishes may be another addition
Or if my pen was a piano key
On lazy afternoons of summer
Loved to write as far back as memory goes
Without any thought for a verse to compose
Poetic expressions of innate creativity
Night is stygian sans of stars
Dark mood shares kinship
With black sky of new moon
Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
Words are like flowers.
Each one gives its own fragrance,
And imparts its own beauty.
Endowed with knowledge we
Acquire the power of a counselor.
Cultivating equanimity we
Sitting under the Banyan tree I watch the water hitting its raised roots
Restless and agitated as a disturbed mind.
It's effervescence matching my own state of mind.
On the sun baked land the Banyan tree stands alone in silent meditation.
A friend wrote a Chinese proverb,
Said 'she strongly believes in it.'
"An invisible thread connects those
When searching for solutions,
Intellect can be as great an obstacle
As our emotional being,
If it prefers to construct its own truth
In languid surroundings
A sense of disconnect takes over
I sit in aimless complacency
Time floats away in blue sky.