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Song of cicadas
being played in daylight I'm some place else Sleeping now to be waking up in the dream Aberrant grey sky nomadic clouds cast shadow just like passing thoughts Surfing on the breeze birds fly past the inert gaze is it time to wake? Searching for lost songs in shadows of existence an oblivious lark Lying dormant in womb of silence Un-birthed songs Plucked one more moment another yestreen folded for safekeeping Humid breeze carrying muted smell of heart's yearning Breeze plays windchime like breath strums heartbeat as long as it flows Even the windchime is ecstatic this morning hearing your footsteps Watching over sky waiting for clouds to arrive burnt blades of grass Waiting for the wind to bring a change of season a promise to keep Wish for a clear night filled with twinkling fireflies few light-years away Waiting for the rains to fill the empty cups with conversations Waiting for our song to be played reminiscing our today some day Waiting for moment metamorph in memory blind-eyed in cocoon Tropical summer taste of sky in a beer mug raindrops mixed with hops Flash mob appearance a cappella on cable mynas and bulbuls Reflection in rearview a lost child Red vented bulbul chirping in empty parking that's encroachment Dropping sound of falling pebbles dense in subtlety Inert space comes alive in your care Summer cloud in sky if could catch it in a fist a wishful thinking I don't have a song I'll let the birds sing today listening is art Spring has sprung, so what? birds sing songs in all seasons we need ears to heart In black noise of night searching for silent footprints that would bring me home Little tadpole waiting to leap someday from confines of self Fishes in the pond keeping unasked company to my reflection New guest in garden carrying summer on wings crimson dragonfly Soaked in bright sunlight mud-puddling like butterflies white bougainvillea As the sun cools down warm orange blends in cool grey my pen writes twilight! Morning takes a yawn stretching under sky at dawn hypnopompic me Synchronous ballet one following the other pigeons in circle Satiating hunger a crow partakes pigeon natural order Arrogant moon thinks high of the shine it possess forgets it's borrowed Strumming the windchime spring's warm air brings melody to a silent nook Pink over azure migratory flock made home a different sky n tip of a hope stacked in delicate balance stones stay put in place Beyond hazy veil exists a starlit expanse beyond me - the self! Specks of white on green scattered egrets on tree-tops yet to fly to work A purple flower survives amidst the odds announcing to world a delicate robustness not just ornate vanity Gardner prunes and throws the unruly leaves me - I prune my thoughts Swirling with the breeze lost feather finds its moment just for one last time Why have you draped grey? sombre is not your essence do not weep, oh March! Cooing mindless chatter pigeons on a parapet one flew to silence Sparrow on window chirps on a timed metronome announcing something communique in morse code on changing seasons, maybe! Rusty leaky tap irrigating thirst grass drop by drop with life Fluffs of candy floss spread across the evening sky far from child's reach Pair of flamingoes flying towards setting sun to a place called home A lone kingfisher on its way back to the nest after day's catch Melody in air rhapsody of a bulbul laid-back afternoon Spring's new collection parakeets on gulmohar under a new sky Dissolving sunlight no poetic reflection just a dull low tide Heated afternoon brings spring's carnival at ledge intoxicated searching for an unseen dream traveler rests in sleep's shade A crimson evening when time slows down to unwind and sun melts in sea Carry me oh wind! dreams a paper butterfly crafted to soar high A mellow evening childlike, I try to find notes in warm breath of March The pebbles lay still observing the surroundings each in its own place Six doves on wire silently observe sunset sitting in zazen Diffused evening light highlights origami folds of distant mountains Music of silence inaudible notes at play clarity within Surround sound of night symphony of cicadas in silver moon light Handful ice cubes time-lapse of conversations a blended whisky Swaying with evening breeze the bud dreams of tomorrow to turn hibiscus Stillness of morning stirred by a flying egret churning poetry Dust flakes jiving reminiscing existence being the start dust Dipped in a tea cup warm savory afternoon a refreshing break Tumultuous sky silhouette of squabbling seagulls against setting sun Iridescent shine subtlety of undertone a crow is not black perception of observer limited by illusion Simmering slowly tea and day begins to boil taste will tell the brew Sunlight peeking through open slit of closed curtains rekindling lost sight Sun glazed afternoon swallows chasing each other spectacle of spring Dance of the pigeon cooing its feral tendency going in circles madness of spring's ecstasy carried by carefree breeze Little house sparrows gathered around crumbs of bread Sunday brunch is same Overflow of noise disdain of plying vehicles another work day Quiet golden ripples converge and merge in rhythm day blends in evening Melting sun in west reflected over ripples evokes - something Ethereal glow luminated winter sky pigeons fly to work Sole eagle flying observing chaos below with November breeze A humid calmness annotated grey silence waiting for sunset A windchime waiting for breeze to break its silence to play hidden notes Sparrow on window we exchanged unsaid greetings through glint in our eyes Chirping melody celebrating warm sunshine Sunday unfurling Rippling down the stones stream gushes making its way I wade through forest old trodden way, retrieve - memories with taken steps Hibiscus waiting to blossom someday soon while dessert rose wilts the cycle of birth and death goes on like a tidal play Sound of moving breeze white noise cancelling all else nature is breathing Driving on freeway traveling down memory nostalgia ahead Cerulean smeared sky light unfurling bright contrast August has arrived! Receding sunlight colours dissolving slowly in monochrome night I sit silently stacked pebbles sit silent still both observing each Unwinding the hours the sun goes to sleep - wrapping torn blanket of clouds Luminous moonlight eyelids searching for sleep after day's labour A heron in flight moving in clouds against wind reaching nowhere, yet Tucked in quilt of mist forest slept through the cold night wakeup, it's sunrise! Hark! a crow cawing announcing arriving guest folklore, nothing more Odor of rotting root emitting impermanence inevitable Fluttering petals mimicking a butterfly desperate to fly Seeing abstractions in subtle play of nature poet scripts a haiku Silence in garden broken by a cuckoo's song but prevails within Spread of graded grey diminished luminescence morning in July Droplet at Leaf's edge reflections hanging on tip a fragile dream Warm tea in a cup symphony of rains outside office break at noon Strong southwestern winds an eagle rides the current while swallow struggles Starless sky at night cicadas cacophony lullaby to sleep Clouds down on their knees to meet beloved mountains one misty morning Listen to the song being sung by the drizzle conducted by breeze Varied hues of green an utopia in a nook outside my window Sweet chirping of birds sunlit sky after the rains a nice day to wake Anxious mind wanders on unwanted pastures rein in the wild horse Little plant dances with the flowing monsoon breeze in joy hope love bliss Stuck in the vortex the world continues spinning while I just stay put Taking sip of tea saw covering of soft clouds melt slowly in rains Monotonous grey broken in shards by fractals of blooming flowers The old sun sets-in behind veil of hazy sky to rise as new sun Fair unfair or just universe directs the play me - play given part White clouds are moving summer is diminishing rains will arrive soon to quench thirst of drying roots to bring life to dying woods Oh breeze, be careful don't stir ripples in the pond I can't see true self Fallen leaf on floor disintegrating slowly in new beginning Overcast of wants in turbulent mind - oh soul take shelter in heart Where would you find self but in the silence of stones amidst rivulet Hopping perch to perch sparrow searches for the feed my mind hops on thoughts
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