THE BLANK PAGE

The blank page like fresh snow

Stares at the pen

Waits

Waits

For the outpour of blue tears, blue smiles,

Blue moon, blue shadows

Waits

For a rhyme to follow another rhyme

Or a new verse to unfold,

A new story told.

The pen waits,

Waits

For the mind to delete the old

And usher in the new

Offerings

This morning a few petals

Wantonly fall at my feet.

The leaves tremble as the breeze pass it's fingers through

My heartstrings!

A strange Melody fill the air

And I am reminded of you -

Your laughter, your sparkling eyes

Your caring words.

Distance is the need of the hour.

But when a few stray, yellow petals

Reach your doorstep

Know the breeze carried them

From me to you!

REFLECTIONS

the stillness of the dusk

the stillness of the sky

the stillness of the birds

the stillness of the leaves

the stillness of the stars

the stillness of the mind

             And a silent, weary eagle which seems to have lost its way...