Saturday, 22 September 2018

Beginning of the end

As I sat near the open window, in the morning, with tea in my hand, the curtains swayed gently with a cool breeze.
The remnants of an, all night rain, made the leaves outside shake off the droplets of water from them.
Clouds covered the whole sky with no sign of the Sun. The last of the September rains, receding after a final try at rejuvenating the Earth.

...and the leaves started falling. They had been changing to yellow from green. They had been turning ever so slowly, and now they fell.
First signs of Autumn approaching. Undoubtedly, Fall is always grand. It always takes the breath away with its beauty, its miracle of colours. Its magic of transformation, but the truth is, it is after all, the beginning of the end of a life cycle.

Time to let go, in anticipation of a new beginning.

Sunday, 16 September 2018


Sometimes, late into the night, when nothing works, I music myself to sleep.

Earphones in the ears, at a gentle volume, the velvety voice of the singer, slowly stirs sleep into the veins.
The drums beat with the heart. The strings unstring the nerves.
The piano sedates the  reluctant sleeplessness, into the world of dreams.

Words slowly start slipping away from conscienceness, melody  breaks up as mind starts to doze.
Random thoughts swim incoherently, in and out of awareness.
Like the touch of an angel, worries, restlessness start dissolving.

The silence of the night is wiped away, the loudness of the active brain dulled.
Eyes refuse to open again, finally sleep embraces, bringing the day  and night to an end.

Sunday, 9 September 2018

Rugs of Sunshine

Warm, delicate, lace rugs of Sunshine.
Right under the feet, when the Sun shines.

Appear magically, only when the clouds part.
When the curtains are drawn, creating filtered art.

Friday, 7 September 2018


Fresh cool air, fills the lungs,
butterflies in the stomach, that unexplained joy brings.

Chill in the breeze, clears the head,
delightful morning dew drops, shivering buds.

No more scorching Sun, no more incessant rains.
No need for warm clothes yet, pleasant walks again.

Full canopy of trees, lush carpet rolled out of green,
greenary everywhere, like velvet cape of a queen.

Festivities round the corner, new memories to remember,
best time of the year, the month that is, September.

                            Photo Credits Go To Cdr.Rajesh(Retd)