I am constantly dreaming away of coasts, 

of vast endless oceans and relentless waves breaking on the shore, 

and their equally vast sandy beaches, 

Sea shells and crabs that comically trot away sideways from you.

Of under water sea creatures washed away despairingly to a curious eye,

Boats and their fishermen hauling fishes ashore, 

And of calm moments as the humid breeze flies past you leaving a salty after taste. 

Painted skies on a early morning or a late evening treating your eyes.

Jumping akimbo into the waves only to run away laughing shrilly,

hoping the water did not sting you so hard.

Warm currents in a cool night.

A place to relax without watchful eyes.

To come back forever. 

My pot of gold 2

Continuing on its accelerated journey my horse-gram plant has pushed its way outside the window. I am now forced to keep my window half secured. Continuing outwards it is now slowly finding its way to the roof. Brings to my mind - "Life will find a way!"

My pot of gold

I was recently  gifted a beautiful terracotta pot. I painted its exterior with water colours and planted horse gram. Its been a absolute delight seeing it grow. Hope you enjoy too.

Perhaps you are my answer,
Half of my soul the body hungers for,
Each wrought from similar pain;
Tempered by experiences alike.

The path we chose on our own,
Has intervened now,
To a destination we both walk like-minded.

Similar and yet so unlike,
Each a dreamer and a pragmatist,
Each a parent and a child.