dwindling nature

a dash of pink

in solitary bloom

lily pads

fishes play

peek a boo

^^^

bulrushes

idle gazes mingle

on a morning walk

&&&&

origami flowers

crisp petals fly

pieces of my heart

Togetherness

I walked through the woods blanketed by fog
the silence of the trees my companion
today

Hand in hand with solitude I strolled as
coquettish moonbeams skirted around us
today

On the bench of a small quaint coffee shop
we sat and sipped a steaming cup of tea
today

Cinnamon bread and marmalade jam teased
our tongues as giggling violet buttons watched
today

And not for the first time I take back home
solitude to share my elusive space
today.

Often

Sitting on the bench

under this weeping willow,

I talk to you.

As I throw my voice across

the breeze catches my words,

and brings them back to me.

I make

water color images of you

on my paper.

Stroke after stroke,

using shades that I like

to fill the crevices and gaps within me.

Tonight I throw pebbles idly

into the stream.

As fishes gather around them

I talk about us to the moon.

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Grace

i remember those crepe myrtles
fresh and crinkled like origami flowers
tied with grass
sometimes dried, sometimes green

i remember the touch-me-not flowers
round and blushed like a bridal moon
mirroring the jagged lines of your face

those outstretched hands
muddy with picking wild flowers
from the glades, woods, river banks
i remember. 

Copyright © 2011 by Mamta Madhavan- All rights reserved