A picture of joy as she walked up the street
except she was wearing her miserable feet;
a joy to behold, a soul inspiring song,
but from the ankles her feet just dragged along.
Maybe she was wearing ill fitting shoes,
or maybe just a case of early morning blues,
but the bottom of her legs gave the impression
they were suffering from some severe depression.
She smiled as we passed and I raised my hat
and maybe, just maybe, it was a bit to do with that,
for as I turned to watch her walk away down the street
I was sure she was now wearing two happy feet.
A picture of joy as she walked up the street
except she’d been wearing her miserable feet;
a joy to behold, a soul inspiring song,
but from the ankles her feet had just dragged along.
Most of the days as I buy vegetables
the old woman would move around
close to me like the winter tree
The leaves mostly robbed by the time
tangled age seated in the hair
the freckles painting the drudgery
The unwashed and overused sari
stained by the tears of poverty
Would not speak to beg money
would just move around
with the eloquent wounds
Most of the days but not every time
I would give her small amounts
A faint almost invisible smile
Would come and disappear
The lips lacked tissue
The other day in the late afternoon
when the shadows had started prolonging
under the banyan tree
the afternoon light and the leaves
wove hand in hand a story in the shadow
The very small and irregular shapes
of the pale soft light
sat in such a way that gave the impression
of a woman squatted on the pavement
It looked so from a distance of say thirty feet
As I came close
I found the old woman sprinkling
parched rice to the pigeons
The source of the shadow the afternoon painted
beneath the tree
A little tissue collected in the lips now
The lilac of love doesn't wither
Nor the object
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March 2, 2018
Once, as I sat on a lush green lawn, swirled around my head
Hundreds of butterflies, having come out of nowhere!
They each took a piece of my clothes in their tiny mouths
And led me to where Love resides!
There, they lowered me on the floor
And I, overwhelmed by the radiance of Love,
Kept my eyes and my mouth solidly closed
But then Love touched me with its radiance
And I unclenched my tight fists
Love touched me and soon filled me up
Love conquered every nook and crook of my body
Love merged with my being till we became one!
I opened my eyes and let the sight of Love
Open the wings of my heart to cause my chest
To swell, for it started flying around in frenzy!
I opened my mouth and told Love
All this time, I've lived only for this moment
You are all the poems that fill the pages of my books
You are the hope that kept me going when the illusion of life
Gave the impression that it was mightier!
And Love merely said,
"I know, now, we shall remain lost
In the moment of our union
For as long as existence shall be!"
All girls like a pink dress to match their shoes,
real boys still resist it giving no clues;
this color was worn by females,
and guys wearing it got laughs...
they gave the impression of being gay;
fashion has changed and straight guys love it anyway!
Should I decide to wear something like hot pink,
I will only notice young girls who'll smile and wink;
older women will stare at me with interest and say,
" He looks much sexier that Cary Grant in his day! "