Strangers

Two little waterfalls
Ran into each other
Blended into one
And
Two walkways met
Crossed
And went their ways

We met as strangers
Neither waterfalls
Nor walkways
I escape life’s
Sweetness and sorrows
This way

Gift Wrapped

Life is a zero sum game, we know
Its built-in checks and balances
Show no net loss or gain
Perhaps that is why
All my wishes get delivered
Gift wrapped in pain

Poem 3

Changing seasons provide for interesting metaphor
Things are pleasant shades of green in spring and summer
Adversity brings out the distinguishing realities
It is always in the fall when we see true colors