Have you got a second
to watch a raindrop hit the ground
and vanish into the thirsty earth?
Got a minute
to close your eyes, take a deep breath
and let the rising scent touch your soul?
And is it too long to wait
to see the mud soak,
a rivulet form and flow?
Is that thought a thought
that which is unfelt thinking?
A poem’s bells ringing!
— rawjeev
I look back at life
and see stories never seen before
like beautiful patterns in a kaleidoscope
made of colourful pieces
of experience
like scattered leaves and petals
gathered from everyday life
may she not learn too early
that she can’t catch the butterflies
may she not miss the joy of running in the garden —
the child
— rawjeev
A sumptuous feast —
haunting thoughts of a hare missed
deer still pursued
— rawjeev