A boat made of paper

I find myself

Floating on little rivulets

Born after a heavy downpour

Bringing young aspiring minds together

I am made of paper of all colors

Creating a little rainbow

Of memories

Amidst otherwise, a  busy street

I sneak a glance at the grown-ups

Running all around like busy bees

Did I catch an imminent feeling of longing?

In those accomplished but sad eyes?

Did I take you back to those wonderful childhood mornings?

When free of routined life

You spoke with the wind

Spent hours and hours along the quiet riverside

With your friends and boundless happy times!

Yes, I am the paper boat

Floating on little rivulets

 Born after a heavy downpour

Amidst otherwise, a busy street!

Thoughts

Rainbow

My entry is scripted right after a downpour

As the nimbus clouds fade away,

And the warm rays intersect the prismy droplets

I emerge as a Rainbow .

A concoction of seven hues

My existence defined by their warmth,

The environment rejuvenated

I bask in the glory of freshness pristine

Have a conversation with the butterflies flying

As the flowers dance with the breeze fine,

The meadow came to say , “ Hi”,

I blushed at the praise bestowed

The happiness all around 

Filled me with pleasure immense,

Wish I could stay a bit more, hence,

Nevertheless, will bid goodbye,

With lovely memories imbibed within,

Farewell, until next time !

An incomplete rendezvous with Rain

I came to meet you, again

After months of separation,

I remembered your songs…about rain,

About hope pouring down from heaven,

About relief and happiness,

About ecstasy of getting soaked to the skin,

About the smile that reached the eyes,

Tears of joy washed off the dirt

From expectant faces,

Working in the fields, rejoicing,

As I cascaded down, made my way

Into the heart of parched earth

The confluence resulted in abundance

Life sprung from all corners,

While I looked around….for you,

I knocked at your window pane,

To tell you, here I am,

I tiptoed first along the window sill,

Then tapped, but in vain,

Eager to resume our tete-e-tete

From where we left…last year,

Waited for hours, to hear you sing again,

Waited till the raindrops faded into a drizzle,

Gradually,

Waited till the last drop kissed the earth,

But…..you never came,

At your favorite spot……

By the side of the old window pane !

Wind

I travel far and wide

Across breathtaking landscapes

Touching mountains, hills , skyscrapers

Conversing with oceans, lakes and streams

Witnessing gossip, quarrel along the banks of rivers

Wriggling through crowded alleys

Fanning sweat dipped-faces swarming the streets

Brushing against dreams of wandering minds

Playing with the autumn leaves

Strewn across the bubbling parks and sidewalks

Collecting memories through Time

Living victory as well as defeat with the people I meet

My journey continues ………..

Till moments turning into cognizance

Overflow my cup of collections.

The Moon

Mysteriously adrift across the cloudy sea
The moon masked in misty glee
Evoking curiosity to know the unknown
What lies beneath,
The sheaf of silvery haze encircling its beautiful form
Travels alone , without the starry fleet
Tonight , leaving me mesmerized,
As I gaze above, with unblinking eyes,
A strange calmness enveloped me
Amidst the cacophony of mundane life,
Everything faded into distant oblivion,
Except , the magical galleon..........and
the enthralled me, standing alone !

PC: A friend.

Bliss in the arms of wilderness