Closet Poet

Silence. Silence over words. Not to get drenched in the rain But watch the droplets trickle Not to indulge in sinful delights But breathe in the aroma Not to feel the feelings But watch them play and die a death Not to think the thoughts But let them come and fade away Neither express nor impress But exist. In silence. (June, 2020)

Dear Autumn, stay. Ruminating over the setting Sun Basking in the glory of colourful memories To now of shedding leaves  Rustling with footprints of bygones Cold and silver winter awaits Of gloom and blues They say make way for spring Well what promise shall it bring With flowers fragrant no more The Sun more glaring than warm How do I look ahead The soul comforted with the silent shades of today Dear Autumn, stay.  (September, 2020)