Tears in Rain

A proudy nature roars

and thunder strikes the earth.

The grey of the clouds

threatening to spill,

to cry out its tears.

Tears nourish

and yet they hurt.

The trees feel it,

they feel the grey pain 

of the clouds.

They are a solace  

to the howling wind,

the roaring thunder

to the weeping sky,

yet they threaten to collapse...

The tears in my eyes

they are our strength.

Stay strong,

I tell the trees.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Moving...

Life has to move,

like the stream.

It has to journey 

through hard falls,

through green valleys.

It has to house, unselfishly

other creatures

without polluting it's own waters.

When it gets stuck,

behind rocks and boulders

and begins to moss over,

to collect dirt,

It is reminded 

how important it is

to keep moving.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

The Immortal Cake

Sticky fingers greedily fumble

with a knife, fork, spoon

all for one
piece of cake.

The cake, now everywhere

seems to like the mouth

as much as the floor

and the delight 

on the face with the 

sparkling eyes

is in it's truest form 

a sign of 

youth.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Throneless

We roam the jungle 

feeling purposeful

but what are we here for...

To compete for a throne

a rule, where 
no one is ever

really king?

© Utsa Seth, 2018

A Dirty Mind

                                                                           

A clutter of thoughts

a mess of unwanted

trash,

of unwanted 

memories.

Oh, the quirks of a dirty mind.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Panic

Panic is like an atom bomb
that is almost impossible to stop
from exploding.
Once it starts ticking 
and the stress kicks in
thinking straight
seems to me 
a curved line.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

Photograph

Smooth, fluid, fast
movement that begins and transitions
never ending
is frozen.
SNAP!

© Utsa Seth, 2018