A leisurely evening

Shrubs waving,
Breeze flowing,
Birds chirping,
Sky glowing.

Scent of the soil,
Shadow of a cloud,
A choosy butterfly,
World without the crowd.

Nodding trees,
Playful birds,
Leisurely evening,
‘M short of words.

Thoughts aside,
Worries apart,
In nature’s lap lay
my soul and my heart.

All about an Idea

It was all about an idea;
Thought of it,
Dreamt of it,
Just nurtured it like a plant.

I was happy –
It was growing.
But alas – one day,
The water dried out.

The leaves were yellow;
Some fell on the mud.
I cried out to my heart:
Wish I would have asked someone for water.

(Background of this poem: I wrote this poem while attending a workshop on Ideas and Innovation. One of the key learnings there was about sharing the idea with others and collectively building upon it, so that it can be duly taken forward and implemented. )

Beautiful Morning

When the first golden sun rays fall on the earth,
their magic makes this place a lot more worth.

Birds welcome the morning chirping all the way -
if this is so great, how beautiful would be the entire day.

Plants and bushes sway to the gentle breeze,
it’s pleasant when the sunlight filters through the trees.

Some are going to their schools; some going for tread;
Some are busy praying, while some still prefer the bed.

Mornings are like the newborn – glowing and pure.
Breathe them with your soul – the day’ll be good for sure.


(A short poem I wrote about mornings, partly during my morning walk.)