Dew Drop!!

A Drop-

Hugging onto the cob web,
She shone.
Criss-crosses of silvery white,
Cradled the droplet,
A tender sway.

Reflecting the green
Anchoring the cozy bed
Of slivery mesh,
She lay-

Cuddling onto the soften film,
Caressed by the morning mist
Tickled by the fresh breeze.

"Open your eyes"
Cooed the vibrant sun-
And ever so gentle
She winked back,
A tease-

"I hold your light, in me,
O' can't you see?"

Tossed herself, the breeze,
And burnt herself, the sun drops.

Ephemeral, her Pride-
Vaporized, her Charm.

O' Dew Drop!

Existence

The amaranthine sea be-calls me.

Yet, am no river
Endless,
Streaming into your depth.

You and me-
We culminate,
In each other.
Timeless.

An estuary
I can't but find-
Can you?

Or, I'd rather ask-
Do we need to (find)?

Yet, I hear the murmurs
Of the sea-
The music of the lashing waves
Encompass my senses, Whole.

The symphony of the sea gull's touch
Takes my breath away-
A split second,
Of being Numb.

The coral stretch and the sandy shore-
I hear them all,
Calling out
Loud, into me.

Restless,
I toss and turn-
An Insomniac .

The seashell roars,
Violent.

And, I walk over to the sea,
One more time.
Breath racy,
I look out-

A trace,
A shadow
Far across-
A Ship.

(In vain.)

Mist sprinkled all over,
I hold back the disappointment.
My numb limbs carry me back-

To the restless me,
Waiting-

For You.

Rippling Effervescence

She toyed with the wind
Relentlessly,
Whispering a sweet lullaby.

The zephyr seemed to sing out-
Soft, and clear.

She sat,
On the wooden plank-
A bridge across the stream,
A make-away delight.
Her supple feet,
Barely skimming over
The crystal clear water-
Ripples,
Gyrations
Of her vitality-

A purl,
Seamless.

The foamy lather, she blew-
Bubbling,
All over.

Lustrous,
Each bubble held a dream-
Enclosed within its film layer
Ever so tender-
A hollow encompassed,
It shone-

Effervescence
Of an innocence,
Still not lost.

.
.
.

As the bubbles touched his face,
He shook himself awake,
From a reverie savored,
Halfway.

And his canvas lay forgotten at his side,
Achingly-
For that stroke,
Of life.