old and skeletal
The markings, being proof
of my mettle.
full of intrigue,
Still beautiful, still bountiful.
Lies in the eyes of the beholder.
I found this leaf on the jogging track at my favourite place in Chandigarh- Leisure Valley. Though withering old and imperfect, it was captivating enough to hold my attention. Old can be gold. Do you agree?
Somehow it looks quite (extra)ordinary. It inspired me to write the poem above using the device of enjambment.
Reminiscing about life there is always the tendency to drift away in your thoughts; because life exists in its many splendid colours! The mood today is poetic, and hence exploring the colours of life through the poetic forms of a prose poem with some internal rhyme.
Life is like a multi-hued rainbow –
Life is for musings; like cocooned in a warm winter glow!
Yet sometimes, life is not a bed of roses,
Yes sometimes, life is like a pain, waiting in vain.
Life is not to be taken for granted, it’s like living in a garden enchanted!
Life is for loving,
Life is for living.
Live the 86400 seconds of every day of your life fully!!
The Haiku way to speak of the screens (mobiles , computers and what have you) in our lives – full of virtual images and content; now indispensable but threatening to swallow reality!
Time to time again,
The screen lures and beckons
To swallow the real.
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