They rose from amongst the yellowing leaves

And the fallen twigs of yesterday’s showers

They fed on despoiled flower petals

That lay weeping on the muddied ground.

They borrowed the gold from the specks of dust

That float about in the evening sun rays

Lightning gave them life and wind

Gave them flight to set sail

On their fragile, transparent wings

The butterflies of yesterday floated gay

Silently rambunctious, quietly wild

Their wings flared up woodfire stoves

And the vibrant turmeric of the kitchen jars

They neither spoke nor had a voice

Only the flutter of their wings and the soft thump of their tiny little feet

On the beaming crown of an expectant flower

Performed their chores dutifully.

All in a day’s work for them

And they quietly fade away in some dull, dark corner of the earth

After pollination.



Mermaids’ tears

Mermaids’ tears

Lie glistening,glittering jewels on the sand

These tears do count,yet these maids of the sea

Have stone cold hearts,they could not feel.

What happens to the tears we cry?

The we who feel,the we who hurt

Do they gleam? Do they glisten in the sun?

Does anyone see? Do they even count?

The countless,numberless tears of the heart?

To become a mermaid! How wonderful a thing!

To drown at sea,grow cold at heart,

Feel no pain,yet cry tears that glisten like stars

Brave the seven seas,comb one’s hair

Sing serenades to passers by.

Become a mermaid! What a glorious a thing!

To make one’s tears worth is definitely something.

As the world sleeps…..

The world sleeps

Groans and rolls over,stretches it self in to the night

Curls up and sighs peaceful sighs,delves under

The blanket of blinking stars minus

A waning moon.

The pregnant night rolls on,imps dance

Under blossoming mushrooms

Restless crickets sing

Toads croak complaints

In muddy swamps,speak up

For all restless souls tonight,the sleep deprived

who toss and turn in beds,ponder

Over uncertainties,sigh

Woeful sighs as the world sleeps oblivious

To malady and distress,smiling

With angels in its sleep.The night rolls on

Not peaceful as everybody assumes it to be

Restless,it sighs,it moans from time to time

It weeps too,silent rains drizzle

And moistens the world’s earthen cheeks

As it dreams blissful dreams

Of  fresh-winged butterflies

And rosy dew-kissed dawns.