Monday, August 29, 2011

A parrot came to my balcony

A parrot came to
my balcony and
stood there just
watching me

A shade of red and
a tinge of blue
what a beautiful
sight was she

I looked at her
as joyful as keats
would be

she shrugged her
feathers gloomily as if
she had wasted
time with me

then she took off
but paused and gave a
pose for me

- thanks Bill for the nice photo :-)

Saturday, August 27, 2011

When we two parted?

with due apologies to Lord Byron :-)

I didn't realise that
we had parted
No silence .. No tears..
none of the usual
We always took pride
in being unusual

Was I stuck in the past
when you had moved on?
Did we get lost in
the mad rush called life -
Thrown apart by
that storm called change?

I have no answers but
I am not shattered
If I should meet you
after long years
I will still greet you
with a big smile

some day we will flip
the pages of our diaries
that warmth and innocence
we surely will miss
and in silence and tears
might relive those years