Fruitless Pursuit
One half-eaten pomegranate fruit
Greed for taste
Plucked in haste
Thrown as waste
I thought
Birds knew better
Than us…


One half-eaten pomegranate fruit
Greed for taste
Plucked in haste
Thrown as waste
I thought
Birds knew better
Than us…
Nature,
shows in its mellow ways
How simple a life can be
Amidst the complexities
Of life
I try to keep things simple…
A morning walk
No small talk
Eyes on the road
Searching
The debris
Of a tree
That’s shed
It’s petal load..
In the core
A certain strength
That keeps
All the flowering petals
In beautiful harmony
At dawn
As bright as fireflies
At dusk
As welcoming as
Flowers and buds
With this place
We call home…
Rhythmic and ever existing
The dance within them
Comes to the fore
Once in a while..
To delight and mesmerise us
Mere Mortals..