Come to my door, you are welcome, but let me know

The Invite Today if you were here  what would I say,  That I saw a park in an unknown part, That I stopped the car, And embarked. Today if you were here  what would I say, That I lost my way  and just didn’t care. That a cul de sac  with a canopy of branches,  And an empty bench;  Two standing pots of plants, was beckoning at me. So I went and sat. That I heard a rumbling noise,  blending with the siren of a fire truck,  That hurriedly passed by. Now my mind said get up  I am much inclined  To investigate, that rumbling noise  At the periphery of the park. Silly me! this unnecessary quickness,  Just to see, two men with machines, Grooming the bushes! But beyond that what I see is,  Spectacular! Natural beauty. If you were here  There would be perhaps, A different kind of thrill to see what I see. You would say mayb...

The Greater Design Let it all come together,  the design the structure. The towering height. What is design but a vision So also is structure but sketches With shape, form, matter. The engineering, the technical literature; that goes with it,  The concrete,   the steel,   the knots,   the bolts.  Is that all? The reason for it to look a certain way, The reason for it to be there. Man the creator  An expression of his own greater creation Running parallel Vivid manifestation Lifting his pride  Beyond imagination. That towers over him Mute in its magnitude More faith on his offspring that colossal that child  that other He lets it stand  Totally assured  Shall not fall He would have his hopes high On his child  to never fail Faultless creation Offspring  Faulty himself  His belief Limited,   But in t...

Receive Happy moments ; Sad moments  Are but moments , feelings fleeting. Each of its own highs ,  Each of its own lows . Feel them , do not identify with them .  For you are neither ,  As you could be either. Beyond all these moments is You . Identify that .  Rely on that .  Give life to that. The constant , that is the You . The silent , The subtle ,  The awesome , that is the You. The misguided, that is the You.  The dishonored ,  The egotistical,  The victim , that is the You . And then --The reactive --You  The dissatisfied ,  The disgruntled--You Instead Save You  Honor You  By savouring All that is in You . It is alright to be all that and still be You. Let's not forget ,  The "Is " not the quizzical "what is " has made the human in You . You are but a continuum ,  A long deep breath . You are but the ultimat...

Steps of Thoughts Mundane is mundane no more,  When images speak in pitch dark clouds;  Impending downpour and confetti drizzles. Heavy showers, incessant ☔️  rains. Of a tree 🌲  tired of standing upright,  Gently afloat on a placid lake. Of ducks gliding, quacking, pecking. Of a pristine white swan on a swift overdrive. What if those birds were paper planes ;  Children with hands outstretched, Birds turned into planes would land,  Onto their giddy delirious selves. Mundane is mundane no more,  When pigeons unafraid, Settles and croons, on a bench that stands;  In testimony of some Loved One's loss engraved. The five-pointed Texas Lone Star ⭐️ , The pine trees like Christmas chandelier; I say this which seems mundane to many, Is far far from mundane to Me.

We the Gift On my Birthday all I have is Love to share through threads of thoughts that bind us all! We The Gift I am everybody's story. Our Paths have crossed or not; Yet I know, I know you ; Our hearts beat the same,  Right now, at this moment,  As we breathe, as we live. How different can then my story be! From the hazy grey softness of the womb,  I emerged ; Light, love, warmth, food, and air. Was not yours the same? Of a different mother, of a different womb,  You emerged; Rest just the same! Moments sometimes come momentous ; Ordinary routine like pass by most times. Emotions stretch high and low; Smiles, frustrations, the search for more. Never anything less, always something more. Unsettled energy lives within me; Unsettled energy resides in you too. As the sun wipes out the clouds and makes its presence felt; I break open the straps and step into life's conveyor belt. You don't see t...

Reasons to Fall in Love Listen heart, it's powder blue skies above;  Do we need any more reason to fall in love?  Listen, heart , I see a plane gliding down to touch ;  Do we need any more reason to fall in love? Listen heart, I hear music playing into my ears ;  Do we need any more reason to fall in love? It's you and me, then it's a deal,  And the world that lay before us ; Let's not pick and choose, Let's make our heart all loose,  And embrace all that comes to us. It's the air we breathe,  It's the leaves we feel,  It's the birds that fly above us! It's the tears that dry,  Through pain we cry, Yet life continues to support us! It's rage that dissolves, To love that transforms, To uplift and strengthen us! Listen then, you and me, And life that awaits to unite us. Never then should we feel again,  That only a man can love us!  Love that breaks is frai...

Into The Basket Fly, fly back Home.  The Flowers of Friday ;  They anticipate; they eagerly wait.  Your safe arrival. And unfurl those tired feet; A week worth of work bygone, Now set yourself free. So just be.   There is little to worry, Live fully, whole heartily. When you step into your Home ; Take a glance and you will see,  The Flowers of Friday. They adorn your Home; In anticipation! And wait once again,  For your safe arrival. How eagerly, They adorn your Home; In anticipation! And wait once again,  For your safe arrival.

Unsettled Universe Turbulence, turmoil, terror; Mankind in the 21st century. Fast, furious, frenzy; A kingdom under seize. Elements outside, Turmoil inside, Restless minds tethered souls. The question exists, the quest unknown. The wars, the hurricanes, the massacres ; Seethed bloodbaths.  Wealth, glitz, compounding advancement ; Science, technology, medicine.  In the touch of a button, at the touch of a screen. The age of speed and new horizons, Yet obscure sails the ship of humanity. The lighthouse glimmers in the far wide distance, Man's irony remains!  Hopeful yet,  Scrambles to see a flicker ; In a dark fathomless sea. Wandering cities, wandering souls ; Lies, treachery, bigotry.  Beauty long silenced ; Of animals, birds, woods & trees. They only witness,  Silently they weep.  Tears quickly dry ; For the harshness, they receive from cruel humanity. They too wreak ...

Let's Not Talk about The Weather Not in a cubicle, outside of a box. Not in our fortitude, break open the walls. No monosyllables, let it be a dialogue. Narrate, weave, relive; the richness in vocabulary, Let it speak.  Words should tumble from your tongue, not captured in pages, archives and glum. Bring in an element of passion, Reflect, remember ; Sometime, somewhere you had been. Something, somebody you had loved. That unstoppable laughter, that high of being able to love another. Let it matter, recall, remember. A big crowd, don’t shudder. Make yourself at home wherever you are. You will find one, then another and yet another. In a little while you will feel you matter. You will bond with each other. Just leave alone the weather. Where do our roots come from, That leave undeniable imprints in our souls. Where do our music come from, That pulsates through our veins so strong; Igniting a new purpose, a breakthrough...

The Necklace that Failed to Grace the Neck Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder!  Lo! Behold! this pale grey glistening lace caught the protagonist’s eye! She had to have it , if so a hefty price. Joy sparked gleefully past the customer’s eye. Easy ! Heck ! The seller swiftly read the buyer’s mind. Promises of its value, in authenticity, strength, unique design; Admiration from others!  Shall all come to be. So ready to believe,  for she didn’t want to leave , without it . Excitement palpable, Desire satiated,  Necklace packed and tucked ,  For an exciting day in stock . What could go wrong then ?  When the muse is ready, Destination set,  Or future that gleams steady like the rock . She is startled !  Shocked !  The rug gets pulled off! You deceived me !  You the promise of a beautiful future!  In just a few days you turned sour. Future becomes presen...

Knitted Brow Furrows, brows, knitted eyebrows  He sits with a cigar , mulling over a situation, Tightly knitting his eye brows.  Given a little thought. Focussed, concerned , for an outcome. Knitted balls of thread, Back and forth moved the spool. A shawl woven , a garden of flowers strewn. A woman weaving silk,  stares down , aiming for perfection. Knitting her brows. To bridge a squabble, A brother and a sister, Adult siblings , complex lives.  A little understanding, a little compassion; Unknot the discord , To reconcile  Knit the cord. Two grand old cities, Spectators ponder,  Architectural wonder. Remnants of glory,  remains as testimony  Knitted together in frozen grandeur. A pea in a pod A string of pearls , a sweater; Blankets , scarves  Love notes  of promises kept forever.  Knitted in bashful words  Lovers,  Of days to spend together...