Poetry

Suburb

Quiet Homes, and unquiet souls’ harbor,
Summer dawns and winter dusks from a cosy arbor,
Where time pauses, and hope causes, home
In caring warmth as twilight grows, under a moonlit dome.

Aeon

Rusty door and dusty road,
Aged time, a timeless ode;
Listen to the unheard, what says detail?
...not the obvious, the key is tall tale

Hope

Hope's knot
so taut,
like a fenced heart's
freest thought.

Pandora's Box

Curiosity killed the cat,
but what else to be, if not that?

Ignorance is bliss?
or is that an opportunity missed?

Every action you take, can be a slippery slope,
But be curious, where there’s evil, there’s always hope.

Hide and Seek

Toddle, wobble, they crawl, throw trouble,
tumble, bumble, and their messy mumble,
with life in eyes, and heart with innocence,
they make the world better,
with their presence.

Ethos

Frayed collar of a favorite shirt,
or a shoe worn out and covered in dirt,
first draft of an important letter,
or a cracked pot, no better,
make things or break things, embrace the scars,
of a moonless night, they are your imperfect stars.

Pause

In the Rush and Gush, Hustle and Bustle,
Pause for a cause, understand the Puzzle;
Halt, Stop, Observe, look around,
What is it in life that you have found?

Blues

Indigo, Cobalt, Cerulean- Hues,
fashion together, all the hues;
Oceans and skies tessellate,
to amalgamate this palette,

Sense

What happened? Are you lost?
In your race to achieve the most;
In this new adventure, you’re reaching incredible height!
But are you sure you’re not losing your sensory sight?

Innocence

Scabbed knees and broken tooth,
Nostalgia of the innocent youth;
Filled with hope for a world new,
Adventures and escapades, worries few;
Saw with eyes untouched by prejudice,
Kind and Curious, devoid of Nemesis.

Heritage

Remembering the history, craft, and art,
Stir the mind, awaken the heart;
May the essence of our Heritage,
Bless the path of today’s naive age.

Vision

Blur, Smeared, Dark, Bright,
Dreams, Reality, Day, Night.
What is your tale in all its might?
What is the Story? Behold Sight!

Adapt

The imperfection molded,
and freedom folded;
An attempt to belong,
Free-form, so long...

Warp

The process of transition,
Through contraction and progression;
Twist and turn,
and build and learn.

Frequency

Not meant for all,
Certainly a personal call;
That only if reaches, connects,
Thus, may reflect and intersect.

Anxiety

Rising and falling,
Such a messy scrawling;
A sensitive affair,
and quite a scare.

Numb

No ups or downs,
Holding stable grounds;
Like a heart's flatline,
No life, just a lifeline.

Release

Freedom and Progression,
Liberty's Expression...
In the free flow,
Move on, and grow.

Sari

Draped in royal sheen,
The Queen,
Unparalleled beauty, simply serene

Weaves

To curate an art of grace,
And weave the humble fascination,
Warp and weft interlace,
With intriguing intrication

Phygital

Hues from the virtual,
Pixels to pigment actual.

Aquabloom

Hidden beneath is another world,
Afloat the green lake, guarded by petals curled;

Like a sunset ashore, hiding the sun,
a palette of blues, beautifully spun.

Bharatnatyam

Not from the music or mind- this art,
Comes from the soul, grows from the heart,

Carrying the classical heritage,
This art is timeless, knows no age.

Playground

Build a tower, draw that flower;
Stars to rainbows, imagination flows;
Skip the rope, nurture hope;
Run free and wild, you playful child.

Brocade

Royal sheen, to drape a queen,
in countless colors, from blue, red, to green,
like the moon and stars in twilight cold,
made regal, this art, with a dash of gold.

Owl's hoot

Mysterious, playful, silent, wise,
many perspectives, all suffice;
An enigma, same as the night,
through which sees all, its wise sight.

Tsunami

Dear nature, please be kind,
for we are your children, let us remind,
for the hurt we have caused, kindly forgive,
United as one, we hope to live…