(I)

Earth, sea, sky, as rain vapour

pressure, wanted in the plucked flowers

they're running towards conquering clutch,

against such offs and odds,

Earth, calling dare to hold.

The misty hours of new arrivals,

fresh and fresh, buds to buds

signing soft sighs and sights,

two flower fists in velvet vice!

Dare and dare, softened sweet hums.

Friend? Are you the blended dark and pain?

through the narrow ascend,

expelled the sorrow scents!

(II)

Glass shattered, days of old that shone

now gone, in true vain.

hands in hands, clasp together:

for they're the words, retelling every tears

of spears.

Yup, it's little blurred lines—

you can't make out the vision,

little hands, drawing hearts in the yawning mist.

'Look, mummy! Here's the healing,

soothing for ricky!'

Two creased fists and his dimples ceased,

Oozing out the dampen mud—

He got called out for playing on mudslides.

(III)

Memories, that folded in bow

sorrowing, seeding grass though grow

but, life's boat be set—

Dews, sweeping leaves

while, its life might last longer

than a song bird,

a child's whines, for the toy car:

he got churned, because of the past.

Men living by, might be by the men

living die, who cares for the night giving

cries? A living man gaze upon the

future-past: seconds passed by.

Water-bucket: seamlessly flows through eyes.

(IV)

Hope sits hiding its weary eyes,

doubt sets on forehead, yet it denies

No shadows are blind, just leave behind:

'If you give me a rose—'

A young man nods.

Lovers brow shine in mild glow,

Void his pockets, goes through puddles

lovers ride held faster,

yet for grief at last—

'I can't go if it's not a song bird's flown!'

Few stones in the roads,

forced him to stay on his toes—

the rays seeped in his socks.

(V)

Hummingbird's reverberate blast—

'Dear, do you know where the hillside is?'

I shake my head,

even if it's told true, I knew—

those, who captured by high grasp:

never comes.

— 27th August, 2023