A reflection

I look back at life
and see stories never seen before
like beautiful patterns in a kaleidoscope
made of colourful pieces
of experience
like scattered leaves and petals
gathered from everyday life

may she not learn too early
that she can’t catch the butterflies
may she not miss the joy of running in the garden —
the child

— rawjeev

A sumptuous feast —
haunting thoughts of a hare missed
deer still pursued

— rawjeev

Me, a broken pot
and you, the Kintsugi gold —
Us, together whole

— rawjeev

1

School bells, office lights—
running down the long lane—
aching knees, glasses.

— rawjeev

2

Memory, my friend—
racing across the vast field:
distant fading dust.

— rawjeev