Quiet

My Post-6

A quiet comfort exists in the quiet,
Away from the bustle of life.
When pristine mornings sweep over,
With prancing mists and strands of the sun,
Spinning webs of gold through the cedars,
An unyielding stillness evokes within.

Imbibe from this nature,
Guzzle the potent elixir,
And as you lose grasp,
Find yourself in the reality,
That the serenity is as much,
From you as it is for you.

Place a foot forward,
And hear the quiet drift away,
Under the crumble of dry leaves.
Witness your creation,
The sounds of life,
And feel the universe in motion,
Bowing to the architect,
As you march on,
One foot after the other.

 

Vaibhav

Distant

Distant is the taste of the breeze,

The rustle of tranquil trees.

Bring me back some laughter please,

And wind the clocks to times of ease.

Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,

A plagued world, brought to its knees.

Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,

Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.

I wish to be someone who sees,

The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,

Until then, today is the only thing to seize,

A life worth living, fiery without a cease.

Vaibhav

Limelight

Music diffused through the overflowing hall,

And bursts of flashes greeted us all,

A heady smoke wafted through the air,

As the crowd settled in for an evening of flair.

Several queens adorned the ramp with a blaze,

Murdering onlookers with a piercing gaze,

Each hoping their demeanor was off the charts,

An elegance worthy of the ‘Queen of Hearts’

She was above it all, you could tell,

A winner already, she was a different belle,

While others scrambled to get a spot under the moon,

She stood smiling, grooving to her own tune.

Vaibhav