Punctuation Marks

close to sunset 
a Sarus couple
glides in 
punctuation marks 
on a grey sky 

in ankle deep water 
these tall birds are now 
exclamation marks 

we take no questions 
in unison 
they trumpet 

elegant necks craned up 
high towards the sky

bereft of answers 
the sky hangs on 
betwixt the two constants 
the smouldering sun 
and the tepid moon 

wayward lovers 
that clouds are 
they float on by 

drenched in nothing 
but my own sweat 
I wonder if 
I am just an observer 

or at best 
a prop 
life goes on by 

 

Old wings

I dream of a lone Sarus
etched against the blue skies

stretching out 
a hyphen
inadvertently momentarily
linking two disjointed clouds

the Sarus does not know
it flies on 
against the wind
towards the horizon unseen

and what of the clouds?
the clouds have no choice

like woollen sheep
they must tug along with the wind

the dream
the Sarus
transfixed in my mind
I dispel the clouds

as I feel the urge
to be lean again
to be able to limber up 
against the winds
I must test anew
my old wings.

Pics by Ashu