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