Aah, for the lotus-eater life
Sloth-guilty, frown-free,
Head empty of whispered commands
An endless day ahead, maybe more.

Solitude, gathering thoughts
Forming a life of its own
On paper, fresh heavenly paper

Milky sweet tea, a rain-festered pane
The herb-aroma-ed kitchen beckoning,
The reds and the greens and the purple
Waiting for creation.

Aah, what would it take
To just be.


UL said…
Nothing else would be more simpler, I would say, it's as easy or as complicated as you want it to be....but hey our minds have a way of making things complicated, unreachable.....

Hey you write beautiful poetry, do post more. BTW, one of my friends recently started a blog on poetry, check him out when you get a chance...

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