Fashion shows

Fashion shows

Crimson rouge spreads slow
Gold glitters on sun kissed brow
Autumn fashion shows

--shubha

I see you

I see you

Every morning and night for a minute or two,
In the mirror ,face to face, I see you,

I see the smiles, the sighs, the vanity and the grays too,
I see your triumphs, your struggles, through your excuses, a few,

Between what is expected of you,
I know you sometimes feel, that your hopes and dreams are see-through,

But for those few moments we meet each day, I see you,
And acknowledge you are important too.

--shubha

Someday , we must outgrow poetry

Someday , we must outgrow poetry

Someday, we must outgrow poetry
Leave behind half broken lines, meter
Chewed out essences of spent emotion
A world sewn together by our joy, our pain
Where a few words strung together
Cry out our momentary state to the world
To be fossilized for posterity
Where they can only come alive
Through shared feeling, their imagination

Yes, someday we must outgrow poetry too
Outgrow it with grace , effortlessly
Like we outgrew our jeans , our dolls
Sometimes, our dreams
Realize , that this is but a moment's place
It snapshots naught, but our world in that instant
And cataclysmic as it's shattering may be to you
It is still only yours

Yes, someday you must outgrow poetry
From your own perspective
That you may see her through others
That you may feel her ,for herself
That you may know her without words
That you may be free , even of her
That you may learn to read
The poetry of silence

--shubha