Mia

Mia,

A cat from distant woods,

Made it to live amongst men.

From wars, flood and typhoons,

Man was a hero, right sir?

She convinced.

Mia,

Who wanted to live amongst heroes,

Real valiants,

Who’d escape any tiger’s paw,

A conspiring jackal

And all, but a betraying love?

She lived with us

Till her fur gone grey.

Till we left the village,

In turmoil, a rabid dog made!

Cat on the sunshade

It played with sunshine

On the green walls,

Where moss‘s velvet shimmered

Like emeralds.

Tumbled on boulders,

Yet feisty all the more,

Above the overlooked,

Across the insipid times.

It was a game of hide-and-seek,

Of a hidden cat,

Of a puzzled sun,

A mesmerizing treasure,

A bewildered hunter.

We clapped our hands,

We lured with fish,

It didn’t cease the game

And game was to go on.

Eventide scene

The orange fire set in the cavernous blue
and cormorants flew back to mangroves in quiet,

Star-gazers squeaked in mud,

And often, deep breathing mud sent bubbles

That wandered the silent face of wetland

Like peripatetic venders take in early sunrise streets.

In the slowly settling city,

An intense chant from a vivacious cloud,

Fell upon the baked sands

Gently touching the leaves of meadow

Bounced playfully on the night blossoms,

Tenderly on the ruby cheeks of eve

That left amused, on the ecstasy of living.