Empty Box of Crayons

Black and white, grainy scene
Colours are nowhere to be seen

The rose is white, The sky is gray
The air is still, dust makes the way

The bees are buzzing, squirrels are running
searching for colour, they may be grumbling

The sun shines in white light
blinding, people with no sight

The light gray bench in the park
I sit there until its dark

Pondering over the colourless,
Where is it?

-kd

Cloudy

I look out the window of this airplane
I see clouds, soft and white

They seem like candy floss to me
Wish I could eat one here

The sun burns from a distance
rays crash into the clouds

Millions of colours are formed
The word 'scenic' is defined

A clear space between
the sky and the clouds
the airplane flies freely

A smooth pace,
A steady speed
water below shines, reflects the sun

cloud cover gets dark soon,
turbulence hits us
"This is you Captain speaking"
"fasten your seatbelts"

Raindrops on my window
dark blue is the sky
Cloudy day it has been
I dunno why....

-kd

Drops

A little drop of heaven, melting under the sun
flowing down ice valleys, like its so much fun!!

Crystal clear, refracted rays
touch the ice without any haste

Meandering down, to its destination
adding volume, to its composition

The last drop falls down,
adding coolness, to the water found....


-kd

Cliffhanger

My foot skids on the edge of the cliff
a pebble falls thousands of feet below

holding on to the rope
trying to hang on
living a dream or may be
trying to live my life

I know you are there, right there
just around the corner
but you are not alone

May be you want the same thing I want
may be you want what I wish for
Sometimes I cannot understand
most of the times I don't get it

-kd

Mute

Still winds, leaves on the ground
footsteps crunching them away

Moisture in the air
woolen muffler might do the trick

Words don't flow out
I don't hear any voices

The honk of the taxi
the screech of the brakes
too much noise
Don't know what it'll take

Don't know where life is heading
Don't know where it'll break
or will it,
Questions are millions
Answers are billion
Mute-ness is trillion

-kd

Coolness

Chilly winds blowing on my hands
gives me goosebumps
its dark out there
just the moonlight

Stars are shining
some are twinkling
some are trying.

A cold stare
A shiver runs down my spine
a feeling of being crippled
for life

The frost on the ladder
on the corner of the street
near the garbage bins
is melting

Roads are slippery
The snowmobile doesn't start
the shovel's frozen to the ground
the beggars looking for a place to sleep

Eyes could be wide shut
on that comfortable bed........

-kd