NOW AND THEN WHEN IT GETS VERSE....

[Gita V.Reddy]

The Well of Silence

Words go down the well of silence
As does all other sound.
Thoughts, private and dense
Surround it, feelings abound.

The well of silence is a friend
A vault I keep my treasures in
Into which I delve no end
For words to match my thoughts within.

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

FLOWERS DIFFER

Flowers, like people, are so different.

The tight budded rose is content

To withhold its scent and smile

For quite a little while.

The jasmine has no such restraint,

Its fragrance is immediately spent.

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

Untitled.

“Tweet, tweet, I fear a storm,”

Said little birdie in alarm.

Birdie’s worldly wise brother

Raised a mocking feather

“Twit”, he said, “this is a storm

In a teacup, and will not harm.”

“Cup, where is the cup

I don’t understand what is up.”

Big brother explained, “ ‘tis on the net.”

“Net?” Birdie panicked, “net?”

“Twit, I meant the internet!”

And exasperated, Big bro left.


None the wiser, Birdie listened

And heard words heatened.

Evolution, Selection, Darwin,

Or did it sound like Dawkin?


The day was pleasantly warm

And as there wouldn’t be a storm

Little Birdie spread his wings

And flew away to make sky rings.

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

"Tweet, tweet," said Birdie, all in a flutter
"What, Big Brother, is this twitter?"

"It's actually something quite sweet,
It's human beings trying to tweet."

"Why would they do such a thing?"
"Twit, human beings will do anything!"

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

The day slipped away from me

And I let it go.

I knew this is how it would be

Because sometimes it was so.

There were tasks to be done

People to meet

A house to maintain

A family to feed!

But when I saw a light mist

Swirling in pale sunshine

Light fluffy clouds sailing

In a sky emerging from rain

I knew this is how it would be

Because sometimes it was so.

The day slipped away from me

And I let it go.

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

NO ILLUSIONS

I am me, but I find
I am also in you.

I find in you those bits
Of myself I hide from view.
The traits I dislike in you
Sound an echo within.
The pettiness, the selfish pride
The ego, all vain and bloated.
The more I open my eyes
To the world around me
I see the shallowness that runs
Deeper than what I can ever be.
And my reflection cracks
Into a thousand ugly fragments.

I am me, but I know
I am also everyone else.