Dew drops on my palm

i raised my hands high in air,
my palms towards the sky,
had many questions on existence,
so prayed to god to come by.

with the palms still stretched in the air
i felt some serving dew
i felt like god was telling me:
‘i m here, i m here,
and i always knew.
knew that u would call up on me,
with questions of this life,
to calm your restless soul
u will stretch your arms high in the air,
i knew u would be crying your heart and
i would give u a sign
with some dew drops on your palm,
i shall give you peace and calm.’

don’t raise questions in your head
no use, nothing to define,
i give u time to explore the world,
to see, feel, breath and touch,
just be happy with the existence
that is what i have for Now.
breath, breath and breath deeper,
that is essence of life.

i never put you on this earth
to question about the life.
u came in your naked self
and u will leave like it once.


When under the Gulmohar Tree

the summer sun shone over the head,
bright and yellow, how it is made,
nothing mattered in those afternoons
when under the gulmohar tree.

the fiery red and yellow shades,
 tiny greens all over the place,
would look to pick those soft petals,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

climb the tree to the highest branch,
not fearing i would end up on the ground,
would pluck those lovely flowers and say
‘Hey, lets eat them away.’
the gang of girls would wait impatiently
when under the Gulmohar tree.

the look and feel of the petal,
the colors each petal cradle,
it was an amazing combination by nature
gazing them for long minutes
when under the Gulmohar tree.

there is a king petal with white streaks
the others are queen around with mix,
mix of yellow, orange and red,
all around the tree like bed,
this beauty so soothing has always been free,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

those innocent childhood days,
those lovely summer afternoons
no heat, no tan mattered then
when under the Gulmohar tree.