Daily

Murder of crows, four in number dark stout and content
Perch patiently on the roof of an abandoned car
By the side of a busy road on the edge of a lane
Staring at slow moving traffic with glee
Tasting the salt of the sea in the air
Taunting the hurrying crowd with restful beaks

Pack of smoking cars  innumerable nudging and coughing
Slow,  moving halting on dry pimpled road
Passing the tall weary concrete brothers
Eyeing the crows,  the abandoned joys
Poking the fellow travelers with charge of haste
Teasing the leisure with revving engines

These moments

What do you seek from these moments
Which talk not about you but hold you in their bosom
What do you make of these moments
That keep you busy to show the hollow things around
How do you spend these moments
That cloy you in peace to slip away in battles
How do you entertain these moments
That draw you into the play but mark you audience 

How do you Reflect

How do you reflect is the thing
Do you scatter from a playful pond
Or shoot from a granite shiny
Flow along an evening breeze
And kiss a pack of fluttering leaves
Feel the cheek of a rosy face
Warm the palm of a shivering hand
Tease the night of its singing darkness
How do you reflect is the thing

Sea View

Does the Sea sleep?
Does Sea cuddle mangroves?
What about the rains?  Does Sea hug rains?
The hillocks standing sentinel.  Does Sea love them?
And the sands on the shores.  Does Sea kiss the sands
The skyscrapers rising above.  Does Sea envy them?
My eyes watching in wonder.  Does Sea respond?
How are these stalking clouds?  Does the Sea care?

Yes,  she does. How else does my heart beat and pulse throb

It has set in..

The leisure of an Indian summer belongs to me
On the warm humid coast
Amidst solitary Sun and vacant spaces
The cells in my body are on a look out
The life outside my body is willing to embrace
Not a hurry inside me or outside me
Just the comfort and the time and the moment
In this tick lies the world – relaxed and alive
Time to do a lot of things, will to do most of them
Have enough to do nothing, joy to stay standstill
The leisure of an Indian summer has set in