Shades

A painting so perfect, with sly imperfections
Appeasing the eyes, with varied reflections

A sense of concord, assures the bleached canvas
A speck of trepidation, avers the bittersweet hues
The red streak mounting the jitters of turmoil
The blue streak letting the hopes entoil

A pinch of ambiguity, reveals the dark shades
Receding the qualms, as into gray it fades
Rising endurance, gives the purple tint
The green hues spreading the optimistic glint

Different shades, different strokes
Tones of life donned in various cloaks
A painting still so perfect, with sly imperfections
Appeasing the eyes, with varied reflections.

                                                                       --Supriya

Waves of a wavering tale

Mindless Thoughts, Ink-less Jots

Rewriting the unwritten

Bouncing back to fickle plots

Hounded by the dreams smitten

Weaving strings unattached, Binding links unbound

The plot lingers through the self, half-dazed

Plummeting down the way of mirth found

Talking to the dormant cast, unfazed

Treading through the imaginations wild

Into the story they perish

A smile as beatific as a child

Is what makes the heart cherish

The plot thickens with views penchant

Receptivity being incomplete

Writing only what the cast enchant

Filled with innocence replete

An earnest repartee is all that is entreated

With ears ever ready to hark

The indolent cast enacts retreated

Displaying the frivolous spark

Story creeps into the loop

Awaiting the culmination

Just before the tangles hoop

Saved by the real illumination

Amusing it is, the writer deems

Rewriting the unwritten

With heart content, the joy beams

To make the next out-written

--Supriya

Perception

Beneath the real, the horses run

Into the journey of the unsought

Amidst the woods, in the deep red sun

Racing through web of memories caught

Ponds of muddle makes one wonder

Is it half empty or half full ?

Imminent midway makes one ponder

Half way through or half more to pull  ?

With plethora of petals that unfold

Admire the rose or blanch the thorn?

Mirage in a mile the eyes behold

Is it indubitable or a con ?

Run persists, speed unprecedented

Into the unforeseen so slender

Back into real, thoughts fermented

A tantalizing mind so tender

--Supriya

Illusions

Intangible mind, imperceptible thoughts

Leading one to endless droughts

If just an answer is what you crave

Mystic trail is what you pave

Mind beckons million illusions

Intellect reckons growing delusions

Better self jots its not a sin

Its felonious thinks the evil twin

Glimpses of charm go amiss

Discontent makes a bigger hiss

To give tranquility its fair share

Bid adieu to the mind affair

Intangible mind, imperceptible thoughts

Leading one to endless droughts

--Supriya

Revival

Flowing Contemplations Inspired

Enduring transitions Aspired

A Passion reincarnated

With Sanguinity inundated

                                                    --Supriya