Diwakar Methil Poet

Soft wind blowing
Leaves murmur
Their sweet pleasure ~



If I have ears
Sensitive antennae
Attuned to nature

The singing of a lark
Threnody of waves

Patter of rain
On a tiled roof

Soft wind blowing
Leaves murmur
Their sweet pleasure

Bird’s lonesome call
To a far off mate

Infants’ laughter
Quarrelsome kids

The sound of a piano
Uttering Für Elise
John Lennon’s
Rendition, Imagine.

An then…
I am attuned
To my beloved

Peals of laughter
Soft whisper
Throaty moan
Endless pleasure
Of being with you.

No more I wander.
Nor my senses too.

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)