Grey Matter

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

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

Saturday, June 9, 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 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

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

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

Saturday, May 5, 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