New year card

The air resplendent with

Music from the magical flute

My feet lifted off the ground

Floating amidst the dreamy clouds

My spirit bathed in peace profound

I could see the old town, of my childhood

As through the clouds, I peep down

The street alive with people bustling

Lively chatter weaving music , here and there

It’s that time of the year, eve of New Year

Greeting cards gleaming through the gloved fingers

Waiting to be delivered , greeted with smiles warm

Hugs, wishes and celebrations- usher in the sunshine warm

My face breaks into a grin,

As I spot myself amid the din,

Galloping through the crowd,

Excitement etched every inch of my mind!

Ping! The beep of my smart phone

-          “Happy New Year”- read the message clear!

No more cards, no more waiting eagerly for the postman

No more clinging to the handmade , priceless pieces of chart paper,

The flute had stopped playing !

It’s the end of yet another year……yes!

But those moments of the yesteryear's are priceless!

Calm

The full moon shone bright
Resplendent with calmness redefined
The air still ,breathing serendipity 
As I catch a glimpse through the branches 
Spread majestically far and wide
The tree,Blanketed with the warmth of its leaves
On this cold,winter night
Felt the chill give way to sweet pleasure
Of the cozy corner near the fireplace yonder
The entangled mind heaved a sigh of relief
Brief it might be,enthused my being
With enthusiasm anew
I took the next step,excited,bereft of all fatigue
Moved on with this memory instilled
Intrigued at the magnanimous acquaintance
Of joy with simplicity!

Melodies

The air intoxicated with lyrics of my favorite song, 
Cascading out of the old gramophone 
Antique indeed....the memories and sentiments lost long 
Forgotten amidst the yellowed pages
Of the diary Forlorn ,
Cloaked in melodies. ...so dear,painful, sojourn
I sit surrounded with cognizance sepian
A lump in the throat. ...stuck,pierced my heart again!
Enveloped in black and white,the room, my existence
While the riot of colors decorated the world outside
The setting sun cast a spell magical
Painting red, the horizon
The birds are homeward bound,chirping, chattering around
As I stand alone , alone in the crowd,
Looking out of the window,
High, high up ....above the ground!