Empty nest

Etchings on the door
Still tell how you shot up in inches
The door you went out
Waits to get you in.
Your door has the labels
Your name so well drawn
The door is open not closed - your habit
Your swivel chair so still
So inviting the soft leather
The table un characteristically neat
Now the phone and skype connects us
When you are less busy
My dad called you busy bee !

Waiting

The thick glass keeps me cool
As I look at the groaning birds
Some waltz around
Looking for a nest
Others look to fly away
The master voice keeps them engaged
Birds are big
Birds are small
Their tails different shades
They carry many tales
I look for mine
With a palm so green
I can see others too with the palms on tail
Yes birds of same feather flock together

Coloured world

You believed my say of  a 

Black and white world  'ere you

Colour came with you

Disbelieved when

you saw some summers.

I still say I didn't lie.

Your endless stories

made me part of  your life

Your silence kept me out.

you are wiser now.

You have stepped off the nest
my world is missing some colours now

Steep Path

Much sought by all

the one tusked perches atop the rock

Huffing and panting I trudge uphill

Finite or infinite the steps

Seem infinite for me at fifty five

One foot up and the other foot too up

I stop to breathe normal

I contemplate which is easier

To the top or beat retreat

The old lady back so bent

Smiles at me and skips along

Two steps at once

Ashamed I follow but one step at a time

Drenched in sweat

I reach the abode

The black granite looks at me

Benevolently unsmiling

The granite is washed

Milk , honey, turmeric water

Flow down the monolith

Rivulets trickle down my spine

They itch their way down

The faithful accord decibel offerings

My ear drums vibrate

Why do we wake sleeping gods?

I descend back to earth

Each step less painful

The young man slides down the banister 

I resist temptation and stay sane

on terra firma  I thank the obstacle remover.