Whispers-

Empty pots salsa

Eyes search in disguise

(28-3-14)

Springs sparrow-

Invisible tweet

Hymn of nest

(20^th March world sparrow day)

Moon-

Spider’s eye

On dark window pane

Some Times…

Sometimes dying is a beautiful pain

Leaving the nature of sharing behind us

Some Times…

Resting in peace

Growing again and again

Some Times…

Blossoming In the innocent eyes

Budding at eternal moments

Some Times…

Looking at dawn sprouting with nascent images

And floating with closed eyes

Some Times…

Flying with winged dreaming eyes

Coupled with the viewer and the entity

Some Times…

Placing aspirations in the tender foot steps marks

Building foundations for heaven on earth

Some Times…

 Embracing the soul once for ‘all’

Traversing with transient colors of joy

Sometimes…

Sitting on a shore of a still pond throwing pebbles

And observing the ripples with in oneself

Sometimes…

Dying is a beautiful pain

Rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour

@satyasrinivas.G.

(10-2-14)

Black and green

The departed chameleon

Under the Gulmohar tree

The yearning of it

Lies in green

Suffused in brownish yellow ochre ground

Embryonic season

Yet to arrive

Shades of the tree

 And the chameleon’s eyes

Still black

In the offing

For version of natures shades

In blossoming season

Soul of chameleon

 Is a withering petal of the flower

Fleeting towards the earth

And the full moon

Budding in reddish orange color

Prayer of parishioners

Terrains of sky and soil

Embroidered in black tinted green dream            

(13-1-14)

Boundary Wall

Eyes struck to the peripheral horizon

Voices of invisible faces

Heard in my soul

Before the departure and way in

Crossing the corridor line

 Hop, hop on space and time

Living within the fortifications

In-house relations and external associations

They hang on

Like the earrings of gossip mongers  

Even after we vanish from the address

A seed disbursed by the bird

Sprouts in the forbidden partition

The dwelling walls expose countless stories

Akin to the signature of the nest

Resonance from cavity in the trunk

Testimony of the naked earth

An indigenous thought

Dissolving aromatic mist

In mud’s chore

 (6-1-14, to the boundary walls of my abode)

Forest Seed

Silence in the woods

Simmers in the ears

Like lava in phantom hills

The sound of the cricket

Serenade earths embryo

Walking alone

In the mid hot sun

The shadow of the eyes

Following the soul

The internal song

Heard unto the destiny

No one is found with in sight

Stationed at the doorway of the forest

And the periphery of the village horizon

Whether the palm tree

Rooted in the banyan tree

Or the banyan tree entrenched in the palm tree

Like temples of local deities

A quiet traverse

In quest embracing the birds seed tweet

Which drew the euphoria of diversity in oneness …

(2-11-13)