Musings of a Painter Man

I love this job

Of dabbling in 

Colours of every hue

And of course there is

The perk of enjoying

A high, top angle view 

Betel Leaf Blues

Isn't it surprising how

Something so refreshingly green

Can enter the human mouth

And emerge in disgusting shades

Of red?

An Ode To Freedom

Young minds untainted

By the spread of corruption

Let us pray that in the 

India of tomorrow

The nation will become

Their highest religion 

Sea Shells Say Cheese!

Washed ashore by a violent sea
We've been gathered and made to pose
Like brain-dead models
In some nutcase's photography

Drops Of Life

If all around
We see shortages
Is it okay to just
Rant and rave?

When we ourselves

Will ignore a simple

Keyboard command

Called 'save'

Flower Among Thorns

Never mind how many
Sharp knots there are
On life's barbed wire

They will never steal
The thunder
From a solitary flower

Bird Songs

So what if we are
On parallel lines
That are not destined
To meet

As long as your songs
Reach my ears
Life for me will always
Be a treat