lockdown season

only one frog

in my pond 

african violets

all blooming towards the sun 

far, far away 

stage 4 restrictions

but flowers 

blooming as usual 

trees of winter

winter morning
how pitiful
a leafless tree!



harsh cold wind
golden silence
of the tree



vibrant trees of autumn
they bear that sad look
in winter



the
       last
              leaf
                     just
                             d
                                r
                                  o
                                    p
                                      s

randomness

randomness
like my thoughts
and my desire


the road of desire
such endlessness


a wise ending
for proper closure
with myself


time for myself
by a pile of books


books books
silent yet chatty
with a flip


virtual flipping
no sound of it

planning
for
what?


am I too confident
planning for
my thoughts?


what will be will be!
quote on
my planner

into
the planned
unseen

at the airport
I fly away
my new year day

new year
what is there for me
to be anew?