poetry

Snow

In the winters when I go low,

I blame the snow;

for all the life’s blows.

The frigid winds,

for all my heart’s woes.

black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
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poetry

Desire

I wondered how good it would have been

to possess, what my heart had desired.

How better to have had the access to

what it had asked for and yearned.

Along the journey I would learn,

that in between the Life and the Desire;

there will always be the Nature’s will.

That it’s now my time to stand still,

listen to it’s call from up the hill,

that it was perhaps for my best

to not have what my heart had desired!

moon through trees

poetry

Monday

Tomorrow is Monday

no longer blues for me

Weekend is gone,

but no longer gloomy for me.

It feels good for Monday….

The same old saga,

mundane chores, issues etc.

as years are passing by

I don’t mind the Mondays anymore

It has a routine, something to

look forward to.

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