Magic

Twin blades of grass doing a morning salsa
Sun beams patterned through sculpted windows
The lanky black art of the shadow of the tall one
The coy smiles of a wonder struck woman
The tight hugs of the golden daffodils on a farm
The constant chatter of warm clouds with the calm skies
Tweets of a thousand birds in the tree's bosom
The long stretch of an overworked human frame
The first drop of rain on an arched forehead
The rhythm of the temple bells on a hillock
The rub of the whiskers of breeze on a lakeside
Spurs of enchantment everywhere
If this is not magic then what could be
Oh dear hearts!  dreary don't you be, 
Withering of seasons it passes through
Let this magic dwell a little while
And see the blur getting clear and everything smiles.

How?

I wrote a poem with my deepest core surfacing up
Mind, her speech like a rush of honey down the heart's insides
Flowers I gushed about and owls too I graced
Parrots could sing and leopards could laugh
Failing wordsworth there are many like me shooting stars around
In a world turned down by wise folks
Blunt are we or brimming intense within do we see?
Wounded when I see, words heal
What if then the trees speak or water creaks
When it's the power of love that can soar it never matters
Because it's only when you fail, you fall
To behold the treasure,  LIFE

LIFE, a whiff

I am the noise of the falling leaf of an autumn tree
Also the croak of the hungry toad
I am the voice of the shy koel
I am also the gurgle of the cascade
I am the trumpet of the tusked one
I am also the silk of the cocoon bed
I am the feel of the petal rose
I am also the rough of the turtle shell
What I am is what you are
The depth of the cliff

the shallow waters of a stream
A whiff am I just fragile
But one that holds life
I can bring you in or blow you out
Why then this fiery blaze
Breathe me like a breeze
And in bliss  I shall sail you out.