The Intruder

Intensely concentrated faces
focused on something.
Disrupting them is like
handing them guns
and pointing them in one direction,
At you.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

On The Tamarind Tree

She stands beneath me
as I sit on the tree
and sends up demands 
for sweet and sour tamarinds.

Unfortunately, every single one
is raw and green,
so I look down and shake my head.
She, 
then shakes her head at me
and walks away pouting

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Morning

As it comes out of its hiding place illuminating everything
misty glow, rays of the sun
green trees, looking beautiful
cheery, a new hue paints
a smile on my face.

Skies of blue, through the trees
through my eyes.
Falling hair frames my view
of blue, of green, of brown
unspoiled by grey.
I smile again.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Nonsense Poem

Nonsense poems are hard to write

believe me, I've tried...

We're sitting in a room,

in comes the broom,

it begins to sweep,

the dust makes me weep,

then comes the mop,

oh! please stop,

why are you so keen,

on making the room clean,

oh, what a chore,

cleaning is such a bore,

and now you've disturbed my sleeping,

with your irritating sweeping.

                                                         ∼ Utsa, Mahati, Anshika

Mom

Your big loving smile 
and that understanding embrace
you've always had my back 
no matter what the case.

I could always come to you 
in times of despair
you'd help with kind words 
and never compare.

Well dear mom
today is your day
and the love that we have
will never decay.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Horizons

An endless sea of blue 
above and below I see,
at the sandy shore
where the two seas meet.

My feet sink in the sand
the hues, I admire,
here I feel alive
here I never tire.

The sounds of the sea
sing me to sleep,
as I think of my life
and the secrets I must keep.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Caged Inspiration

I sit with my pen poised 
hovering above my page
inspiration sits around the corner 
wanting to be heard, 
a voice 
inside a cage.

The voice calls out to everyone
all the time but rarely gets heard
as everyone too busy with their own lives
completely ignores the voices' cries
it tries, 
but after a while gives up and dies.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

A Haiku

               The patter of rain
               like an unfulfilled promise
               brings expectation

                 © Utsa Seth, 2018