Slivers

Slivers
Of Moon light
Rode
On a dark horse
Galloping towards
The sea
In a haste to meet
It's end....

The end
Waiting below the horizon
To begin
Again!!!

Labours!

They all stood bent,
pulling the green paddy
from the water of a south west monsoon...
a song on their lips
a glint in their eyes
unfazed by the sun
their hands moved on.....

brushing the sweat with ease
they worked with poise
and a candour
that was unchained.

they would break from work soon
to partake a meal
below the huge timeless tree
and laugh and sing.

while i sit in melancholy
and hope to laugh
someday!!!!!1

Aqua lit

the blue river,
snakes through ,
pushing the green algae,

over the white stones
where the fish play their little
fishy games,

and the sand shifts uncomfortably,
to show the homes
of tiny crabs

snails and shells
trail of insects
force in the little

set me free
between the corals
now my abode......