In and around you

In and around you---


At the end of the day, when you sit,
On the pyal, your eyes closing slowly,
do not wonder, it is of No meditation;
letting pass your thoughts unscreened,

in a rehearsal of desperate despair,
brooding over the syndrome of sins,
and sinning creatures,
just as a pinch of salt in everything,

Just as the holocaust of tsunami,
and typhoon rocking in front of you,
You are a helpless, passive onlooker,
Can you stop those gathering clouds?

Those Rose buds in the garden still dance,
the other day in the lunch box,
when it is just opened, the droppings
of crow cawing, not knowing the hazard,

those duty conscious squirrels on the wall,
weaning away the half- bitten nuts,
the colorful butterflies saunter around,
my eyes open to view many more hidden vistas.