Maturity color

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After the wind and rains,

The Sun had stretch

into the damps and moist from the night,

under the sky pleasently bright 

while birds were chriping in the fragnant breeze,

I couldnot help the memory of old spring age,

 counting roses that had shed and bloom

I smiled for the glistening dews and flower hues,

my eyes then caught a reflection above my happy face,

bleached off its not so black, not near to brown shade,

in the newly cut frizy hair,

a single strand, not as sharp as white, yet a step less to black

 tranforming color in full length,

I stare it a long gaze, 

at a age, 

that I hesitate, 

in the reminiscence of youthful mornings, that was my first grey hair.




In the river bank (Scene II)

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Dropping from the bamboo leaf
Droplets of spring dew,
Tickle in the river.

This morning

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Early morning, I heard
Cuckoo singing and
Soon roar a whistling wind, rain drops more loud.
I cuddled up in bed.
waking up next minute,
the leaves were glowing green,
in the golden rays ,
raindrops pearled,
in the clover again,
poor orange buds,
fell in the mud,
with fragrance still alive in the air,
sweet breeze
blew my frizzy hair,
making them tangle,
in my face,
I wished a lover’s eye when
splashing the water in my face,
I felt the spring,  in  heart.
ever young!!!
And again,
Cuckoo coos “Kafal Pakyo
And again I  write ,
yeah about the same breeze, clover,
spring and flower,
but Don’t blame me,
please ,
for I can’t help…they pose pretty,
and  bribe me…
the same clover patches and same plum trees,
amusement I can’t hide.

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Ruining Rain


why the roaring, why the lightening?
spring madness or is it monsoon already?
wait it can’t be..
for I still have to feel the summer,
so please let the sun shine,
clear and bright.
Rain, you can wait,
for you fall every time,
if not from the sky,
then from our eyes.

spring is here….

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When winter has finally decided to pack up its chill & cold and leave for a warm vacation for itself far towards south (I don’t know), Buds  are ready to blossom, some have already.  I see spring popping out right from there, from between the soft core of  lovely petals wrapped flower.

So what is so best about Spring..o yes the colorful environment,  sunshine, the breeze and everything..( I would  also add funky flipflop and  loose garments into the list..). ..The morning especially in Spring is my most favorite moment. The early morning dew drops  glittering on the grass, you know you can see rainbow in them!!! It still has a little bit of chill left, a reminder that winter was there, just a day before!!!

This whole winter, I didn’t wake up early in the morning “to greet the fog”.  But now  I can get out of my  “Topi” and shocks..( Shocks really sucks) and take a quick walk….( No no I don’t wake up at 5:00 am and jog, sweating like in a hot day crisis). Our place is lucky with sceneric view and  GREEN trees and the temples nearby…that  always make you wake up with “Jai Shamboo” chorus..(not by “bhajan toli” ) but of the  half population of Bkt bazar who apparently seems to have all the fatness origin disease  and run 2km (even in winter) just to melt their adipose  and get some fresh air in  “sallaghari” (I hate their “laughter yoga” though).   I just take a short cut from a narrow path and get some pleasant air….(by the time I start of my route..My part of air is blended with “Tarkari” ko smell…lazy I know). But ya my whole point of bragging about my “morning walk” is just to say that spring mornings are best thing to experience…and ya without shocks!!!.(bare feet in dew kissed clover leafs!!!)

In the bright breezy day, I love the view….under the clean sky,  plum and peach tree or better call white and pink painted big bouquet around my neighborhood are posing to everyone’s eye…..”click me..shutterbugs”.. (I don’t have Canon..or Nikon…). you can get out of the heavy puffy jackets and sweaters..feel the warm sun in your skin…and breeze at don’t feel cold!!!. The wind pluck the tiny flowers from the full blossom trees and bring it  to our balcony..I love the warm welcome….

Winter has finnaly dust off from our skin now, yes spring is here.

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