Free Breeze

Not yet winter

Doesn't feel like summer

Smells like a season of free breeze...

                  
I see the leaves ascending
From the rays of sunlight,
Can I stop the day here, please?

Some are brown, yet some orange,
Crisp and dry, fallen leaves…
Autumn or fall, just perfect 
For a stroll, cushions my life with ease…

Neither yours' nor mine,
Let’s save words for yet another time,
Now, stand and inhale the free breeze…
                                                             ~ Kripa Sarkar    

Listen, love…

 There is so much to tell,

I wish you would listen.

You don’t know my name yet, so,

If, I may, with your permission,

Introduce myself ~

I am the eyes that stares at you,

when you don’t bother to notice me…

I am the dreamer who shells you,

Into my woven fantasy…

I am the voice (who) that calls your name,

I doubt you can hear me…

I am the soul that merely wishes,

You, to be near me…

But— 

how can I own you, when you were

Never mine?

Why crown you in my heart, when you were

The king, and me? A commoner, perhaps…

I can tell you more,

Only if you wish to listen, love…

I shall stay quiet as always,

Otherwise.

                                                  ~Kripa Sarkar