Francy

When dragonflies hover

Above the pond algae,

Remembrance of one 

Who reached fame in the discovery

Of the rare one of those.

Francy was effervescent,

Full of joy in meeting people, 

Full of questions

About world politics to home fronts.

As a son, brother, husband,

Father, friend and colleague

He left his indelible mark

As someone whose joyful presence

Meant immortality.

Birthdays

Birthdays come and go

As we measure time in thimbles.

Is it wise to let time pass by?

Catch it by its forelock

And shout, “Carpe Diem!”

Our finite lives need

Some fulfillment.

Hold fast to time

And open up venues:

Improve, progress, develop

And, above all, 

Look right and look left

At all the surroundings,

At all seconds, minutes, and hours.

There the poor and the needy, 

The disenfranchised,

The old and the weak,

And the handicapped-

They reach for a helping hand,

For compassion and empathy!

Don’t let time pass

Without us reaching out

In time when Time passes by

And our fingers brush 

Only the bald patch in the back

While reaching to halt its passing.

Let us not waste time,

But deem it a boon

To reach out to tend and nurture

While embracing humanity.

Hooded Thoughts

Sable clad, the dread silent night arrived,

Quiet as the full sated homing herd;

Dusk crept in gloom cover and cast a pall

O’r muted chimes and dead footfall in couching

Heavens loomed in ebon splendor, couchingi

Above my gloomy bower; lonely and parching

I lay waiting, waiting for slumber’s balm-

On sagging springs – my wayward thoughts to calm.

Solo and in pairs, paced the squadrons combined,

Unruly hordes, soul’s dark companions, to bind

Fetters on dreams; and hooded.thoughts collage

My lone nights and enthrall my peace in cage.

Gentle Paraclete, whisper and dispel

My gloom as day brightens in morning’s spell.

Sunsets Heartaches

Cattails threw shadows

Into placid stream surface,

Gleaming at the setting.

Beak to beak crooning,

Floating on curvy waters,

The swans patterned heart throbs.

From the west oozed

Burnt orange blaze, and

The waningred red glow

Silhouetted life’s moments

In earnest molecules.

And in pallid seconds,

In the midst of the angst of torment,

Between the demented heaven

And the heartbreaking earth,

The struggling soul gasps.

Winter Transience

Latticed flakes, feather light,

Floated like eider down

And lightly lingered

Upon eyelashes aflutter,

Cheeks aglow and nosetips in freeze.

Amid the snowy florets

In the winter hush,

My footfalls muffled

In the downy pavement.

I walked with upturned face

Where crystalline blooms,

In whispering touches,

Winked and vanished.

In candy sugar ice,

The twigs and branches

Gleamed in fairy luster

In the charmed wood

Where the pathway crossed.

Winter’s brittle splendor,

In ethereal sheen,

Wafted me to enchantment

Aloft myriad graces

Into intimate magic, and,

Alas, a world of transience.

Summer Girls

Summer slipped in

Taking stealthy steps

Lagging behind nippy May

Which cool-caressed cheeks.

The sun began to linger

Making days longer

And humid air

Pearl-beaded foreheads.

The light-washed scenes

Brought warm-colored thoughts!

What a joy it was

To watch summer girls

Waltzing in

To parks and picnics

In their floral-print dresses,

Wafting their flutter sleeves,

And dripping sunlight in their smiles.

The ubiquitous bird-watchers

Stood by gleefully,

Sighing in deep satisfaction

While the elderly reminisced

About the bygone summers

Of spent youths.