Twisting words like vines, connecting trees and minds.
Falling for fall
The leaves fall, but leave room for change.
Hills that were once green are brown, to help turn the page.
A cold fog surrounds me, but there’s a warmth within.
So quite you can hear the drop of a pin.
Not a person in sight: stars, animals and trees.
Are above and beside me, they guide me, northerly.
Bare trees break free, extend from the earth.
The plants and animals: Mother Nature’s children since birth.
The sun shines through the trees, the leaves shine transparently.
Piles of leaves are creatures habitats. I am falling for fall gracefully.
A hug from within
Tea for 2 is better than tea for 1.
Stories told before the water’s cold are the most fun.
Green or black, bagged or loose, for me it matters not.
Tea is a hug from within, leaves and water boil in the pot.
Tea for 4 is better than tea for 3.
Tea is meant for caring, sharing.
Thought and emotions socially.
If alcohol is liquid courage, then tea is liquid love.
Drink it, don’t spill it.
Spread peace like a dove.
Why does my roommate keep meowing at me?
Not all houses are homes.
Some are just spaces.
With eyes on screens.
Empty minds between book cases.
The smell of curried lentils in the air.
A TV makes background noise.
It’s dinner time for us all.
Dressed in saris and dhoti so poised.
Everyone is seated.
But have we forgotten a guest?
My roommate keeps meowing at me.
Playing with my leg like it’s a pest.
What type of roommate meows?
The fluffy kind with 4 paws.
Claws and pointed ears.
They use to break laws.