Quotes and poetry by jyotsnadeepika

morning is like the childhood, when
new buds bloom and their aroma spills
when sun caresses plump cheeks
with his fingers and seems friendly

the afternoon has the heat of adulthood
when everyone aims for the mangoes
on the highest branches and then
sweats for them, but there are moments
of joy as well under the shade of the tree
in the laughter upon lips
in the motion of the swing

the evening has cold hands of old age
because it is time for sun to leave
it kisses on the cheeks
leaves a wrinkle and whispers
in the ear, we will meet next
sunday

the sun sits in his car and in
moments vanishes in the eternity
and it gets dark, it feels like the
power has went off
we take two steps to find the
candle but fall in a pit

hsuya