Smell of morning grass
One part musk one part earth
Flooding my senses
I pause as I run.Stop.
Morning grass of my childhood.You.
Bare feet feeling dew drops on you
Tiny steps running all over you
Children playing catch and run
Girl waiting for her turn on swing
Her friend rubbing nails together
to make her hair grow till knees
Laughter club laughing out its heart
Yogis stretching from north to east
Smell of morning grass flooding my senses.You.
They should make a perfume filled with you
Morning breeze brings me back.
I let the smell of morning grass flood
An explorer, an artist, an activist, a social entrepreneur, a poet and a writer looking for treasures beyond any measure. My favorite words are 'Love' ( which is the meaning of my name, as also my effort to be the meaning of my existence) and 'Serendipity' ( which keeps finding me around every nook and corner !). I like looking at moving clouds endlessly changing their shapes and shades, listening to chirping birds singing their songs, discovering new worlds in old book stores, taking photographs of the sky, the earth and everything in between. Love experimenting with random acts of creative kind(ness). Cherish reading and writing about the beauty and enigmas of nature, the human mind and myworldbeyondstars.