Climbers

My roots penetrate

Into hidden layers of the soil

Unfold into chorus

Orchestrated by vivid birds on the branches

Few petals dancing to the wind and rain

Fall on earth

As a tribute to the path

This paved a journey to abode

The serenity beneath the footprints

Blossoms in the sky

My eyes embrace the trunks in the woods

As I move ahead

(10-6-14)

Whirl

Mid afternoon heat

Frenzy red flowers

A mild breeze sprays

Tender colors

On the naked earth

 Like left over water drops on her body

After the bathe

The floor beneath my lone thoughts

Expands and compresses

Painting orange color in the sky

 Slowly I enter the abode

A night borne in ecstasy

Silence of the dawn dispel

With song of the bird

My sight branches out

With dew drops on red flowers

Spread across between us

As I move on-

path takes u turn

eighth color in the rainbow

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)