Sumita Jetley Poems

few gaps
a swift moodiness,

i think
...

I want to but take refuge in thinking that it is
all nothing happening at all.

But then, it just happens, happens from a latest and new end.
...

They soar on wings of silk and air,
Painting stories without compare

I want them
...

On whose wings
High

And disappearing
...

New thought
New everything

Except Old we?
...

Something even if small.
New

A day?
...

Golden sun rises,
Painting the sky with beauty,
New day, new promise.
...

Amidst the tides of thoughts that rise,
And fall within my mind's own skies,
I quietly surrender, let go,
Emotions ebb, emotions flow.
...

Sweet
Hot

Come Home
...

What you're
How you're

Grow
...