Sounds of Nature

The wind chime's sweet sound plays in my soul 

The noise of the traffic, the cawing of the crow

are soothed by the melody of the trinkets which show

The tall trees and their boughs, the cricket sounds and the bumblebees brown

Buzz all their way along with the butterflies

 which brush away my cheeks and make me glow

The spray of water on the plants, the smell of the drenched earth after a shower

make me forget all the worries 

and I join them in the reverie.

Woman

Woman

Like the magnetic force

her eyes pulled me closer 

She is an artist's creation

and a living woman.

 The frown and dishevelled hair

distressing worries in her eyes.

Then I  looked at her lips

there was no trace of a smile.

The bindi is not her own

all bought by the husband.

She's not even hers anymore.

She wants to talk but 
who is her own?

Her eyes speak volumes

A tornado of upsetting thoughts 

She stays with me tonight 

in my dreams, memories 

and the artist's world now.

P.S - These lines are inspired by Mr Baijnath's creation of a painting of a distressed Indian married woman. Mr Baijnath is an experienced and exceptional artist based in Khandwa, Madhya Pradesh. I visited his 'Rangakriti Art Gallery today (16/2/2017) and these are my afterthoughts.