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Varsha Gurumurthy
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Tokyo, Tokyo, Japan
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The monsoon creatures
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
The monsoon has arrived
With cicadas playin symphony
A koel or two and a plaintive cuckoo
Breaking into toads cacophony
Dragonflies, damselflies, beetles and butterflies
The wily soggy bloodsucking leeches
The snalis are carrying their homes along
Into the rains where they belong
A visit to the animal museum
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
Other day I went to the museum
Packed with mangoes and a cake with plum
I was very excited
Never thought t’was haunted!
All the animals were alive
Tigers were dancing in five
How come giraffes so small
And rats and mice so tall?
Elephants busy playing ping pong
Butterflies chasing the mighty king kong
Suddenly the monkeys snatched my mangoes
As I watched the horses singing solos
Marsupials had manicure
Hippos ‘n’ rhinos had pedicure
Seeing this the bears turned weird
and in the meanwhile I got very tired
As I came out tired
Thinking what all transpired
But dead animals entertaining me
Is better than many zombies around me
The Mind
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
"The Mind"
The human mind
Civilisation's power house
Restless and unbound
Greatest of mysteries
It makes one
A loveable soul
If treated badly
It can turn one foul
Destructive, is it?
But fire can burn and feed.
If one can control it
Might be on par with God
An idle mind could be
Devil’s workshop
But colorless would it be
If becomes a sweatshop
Thank God
I must say
Mine is balanced
And well till today
Shun
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
It’s another day-break
I beseech you, don’t shun
I’m only seeking for my sake
A little cozy space under the sun
Shortly after it arrives
The cicada is, certainly dying
Still our attraction it derives
Ain’t for recognition it’s crying?
If it is the color of my ‘skin’
Then I must say
Under it we are all akin
Nothing wrong with me, I pray
If it is not the colour of my skin,
Why do I see those eyes turn green
My success should not be a reason
To shun, look its hind for all the pain
To my words, pay some heed
Nature is good indeed
To no one am I a threat
Hence no reason to reject
Hope follows every morning
Once again I begin dreaming
As the snow doesn’t despise us
Nor the Sun, irked by our brilliance
Green might be the colour of jealous
I take it as the colour of the spirits
I decide to be relentless
For sure nothing comes effortless
Autumn Night
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
There comes a calm night
With no sign of light
Lonely moon the only sight
Dancing shadows, all over, right
Are they suspicious?
Those trees, deciduous
They sure look tedious
Coming winter not so generous
The trees sigh
When the winds pass by
Those nocturnal sounds are fine
I make sure not stolen by mine
Suddenly there’s a shine
With mildew ready to dine
As the watery sand glints
Giving calm night’s hints
A day in my life
by
Varsha Gurumurthy
The morning light
Is very bright
The very first sight
Gives us some might
Very soon
Comes the noon
Sitting under the leafy shade
Which the trees have made
Till the Sun is about to fade
Then comes out the moon
Nature’s boon
Bringing us the reminiscence
To make our life’s essence
Before the next morning
When it seems boring
Watch those gleaming few
Leaves adorned with dew
What better way
To spend your day
To drive the worries away
As it gives us hopes in an array
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