Simple

Ruins among saplings
A crescent washed glow
Global apothecary, time's healer
Crashed out in 
Woolen sweaters. 
Disasters gravity's rainbow
A Forlorn runaway train
A crumpled cup of waiting
Soon muzzles out. 

A thin beat of a shy evening
They all called her. 
Now the words are naked 
Unzipped motion
Cinema like it moves away
Ties the gift in a parcel
A matchbox to keep the little roses safe
Laced pearled of few words
A minimalist safebox
Frees the burden 
In little simple emotions. 

Solace
By Sayani Mukherjee

Nascent images booned 
My brewed morning 
With words as if fragmented clothes
I thought,
They will play with me-
A criss cross algorithm
Between simplicity and public vain
And then will appear
A blessed halo
And silver whispers 
that will somehow ring by my side
With nightshades and soft clouds-
A brimful of common poetry. 

Because, only I know the voice
Natural, unscarred within
And the serene utterance
As it colours the morning prayer. 
Then, a cradled shadow
A wet dripped morning, 
Raindrops two or three, 
And a cottage of green simplicity. 

The rugged path will be my destiny
It is not just worldly wisdom 
for my wishy washy tale 
But my whimsy haze
And my romantic spree
An eternal wish for an April spring
With my brewed morning
And my winged pen 
Leading my green path 
Towards my bundled sky
And a grim, earthy solace.