Showing posts with label poems about nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems about nature. Show all posts

Monday, June 07, 2010

Goodbye Summer!

The hills beckon me
Lush greens, wet lanes, monsoon rain
Goodbye, my Summer!


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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Flowers And Leaves


















Image Courtesy: www.illustratedlight.com


Bright pastel flowers
like luscious lips
charm men,
birds
and insects alike

Leaves grow
in different shades
of green -
green with
envy


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Thursday, May 20, 2010

Morning Walk













Image courtesy: http://www.flickr.com/photos/doctony

Bougainvillea
white, red, pink and yellow
missing the colour purple

open sky
narrow lanes
clustered forest
fresh air

thirsty bottles walk
hand in hand
benches rest
every now and then

morning banters
breathing in and out
stretching left
stretching right
stretching front and back

sleepy nights wake up slow
young and old faces glow
in the morning sun yellow

the gypsy world travels through
the nooks and corners
mute no more
my morning walk
goes home to rest


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Thursday, April 09, 2009

AN AFTERNOON RAIN

There's only the sound of the rain falling on the ground...
and the thunder roaring once in a while...
Hidden and safe in the comfort of my room,
I mockingly observe the world outside...

Little children dragged by their running parents
to a bus-stop or some shelter nearby...

Men running about like some drops of rain themselves,
holding their bags or newspapers or plastic bags
to shield them from getting wet in the rain...
Yet getting all soaking wet, nonetheless...

Women walking fast, tip-toeing in the rain...
covering their heads with their hands...
Serious-faced if walking alone
and giggling away if a bunch...

All the while every inanimate
and immobile living creatures
soak themselves in the rain drops...
by choice and 'out' of choice...

The benches get wet all through
in the game the rain drops play...
Each one of them vying for a dry spot
left on the benches,
till they turn wet from dry...

The leaves and the grasses, swaying
to the beats of the tiny drops of rain...
While the grasses have two left feet,
the leaves show them just how to dance...

Suddenly my smile disappeared from my face...
Wishing to get out and about
my heart didn't want to be 'hidden and safe' anymore
instead participate in the dance of the nature
and its many wonders...