Now that the monsoon season is over for this year, here’s a final poem about storm clouds and the fearsome beauty of a thunderstorm…
Category: Poetry
If Silence could Speak – a poem
The silence
speaks to me
of things long gone
of times past recalling
Making time for joy
Always so busy, rushing from one thing to another,
when will we ever find the time to just be?
Where is the real me? – a poem
Who am I, really, when no one is looking?
Who am I when I am alone?
Am I one thing or am I many – so many that even I don’t know the pieces of the puzzle that comprise me?
Adrift – a #pandemic poem
In memory of all those who went too soon – claimed by a virus that was as brutal as it was indiscriminate…
Farewell – a poem about love and loss
I hide in the open
letting the rain curtain me
from eyes that probe
for signs that I weep for you
Monsoon: a Haiku
Well, love it or hate it, it’s finally here.
The monsoon is eagerly awaited and equally dreaded…
Loved because of what it means to agriculture and forests,
and to power generation plants;
Loathed because of the flash floods and landslides, the humidity
and how it strains drainage systems.
This city does not want you #Poem #Pandemic #Lockdown
This city does not want you
now that its roads are paved
and skyscrapers stand tall
against the elements
First love, lasting love – a poem
The summer we met
unfurled into seasons
made resplendent
by first love
Conversation: a Haiku
We keep hearing of how important it is to pay attention to body language, to make eye contact, to use and observe non-verbal clues for effective communication. We’re told how it is not just the words that we use but all the other signs our bodies display that make a conversation meaningful.
This is especially true for love…the words ‘I Love You’ are empty and meaningless if there are no actions to supplement the words, or if the follow through is antithetical to the concept of love.
Here’s a Haiku that, I hope, conveys what I’m trying to say in a better way…