Sanu's Space

  A snowflake drifted wearily towards the earth from the early morning sky, soft sunlit rays streaming down and adding a glow up high.  Towards the earth it drifted weightlessly, suddenly caught and stuck on a warm tall chimney.  Moving gently and ever so slow,  it rolled down the rooftop with a drop of melted snow.  It slid down the window pane, onto the glass and stuck again.  Inside the tranquil, neat home, well kept and pristine, warm cookies, half burnt candles and a Christmas tree could be seen.  A couple nestled on the sofa looking sadly at their foster son, sitting by the tree.  Small child playing with an old toy eager to open gifts and see.  For it might be their last family Christmas together,  as he might be taken away and into foster care by the end of December.  Innocent child opening gifts with a bright grin, oblivious to the grief and playing with his new toys with full attention.  Quiet Christmas morning while ...

  Red town house amongst green mountains standing tall and proud, With its bright red walls that stand out in a crowd. Layered grasslands well organized and clean, Sometimes snowy and sometimes half green. Laying down after a long day, on a slope at a height, White peaks flashing n shimmering in the moonlight. Sprawling green fields in the springs, With new flowers; fresh memories it brings. Magenta, yellow and verdant everywhere, Strong winds whipping past, without a care.  An early start each day to prepare for work, Old memories in the shadows they lurk. Pumpkins for Halloween and Christmas pine cones, All well kept in the gardens with bold undertones. Each day ends with bountiful memories, on a bitter sweet note. Fading into dreams and away they float.  -San

How I long to dance on the smooth shiny floor, With my dancing shoes on, how I long to dance some more! Everyone's feet tapping and dancing to a quick Spanish melody, Soothing to the mind and soul are key. Quick to embrace as we move from partner to partner, Diligently we listen to the teacher and follow her. Wonderful tango orchestras playing a bold tune,  To the extreme peace of mind we once again start getting immune.  Slow as the dusk approaches no time to waste; Dancing well into the hours of night with no haste. Leaves rustling and then wet with rain outside the window, The dancing will continue indoors, steady and slow. Don’t wake me up from this scintillating dream, However beautiful the morning may seem. When o when will we be back on the dance floor? Only to dance some more. - San

Scrambling for food and daily items, hectic early mornings can be, mostly leading to reduced wastage and eating healthy. Gone are the days for a lavish meal,  but simple food and a healthy feel.  Planting seeds and using waste as fertilizers,  we grow organic food and indoor planters.  Parties and friends have turned into a virtual dream,  as we exchange pleasantries over a lit screen Time passing so slowly, accounting for every second ticked by,  looking out of the window we even notice the bee and the fly.  For those who keep busy all day,  it feels much like a normal summer in the month of May.  Kids trapped at home missing the great outdoor,  peeping through the windows with sad eyes for more.  Difficult, trying times come and go by,  with new, cherished memories that will stay until we die.  Hope and patience are the winners of a tough time,  see the good sid...

On a slope of green mountains, towering into the sky,  colorful birds with their soft, sweet chirps fly by.  Lofty steep slopes giving the clouds a push,  hidden in a corner, standing in all serenity, a delicate rose bush. Through it’s thorny bushes a mysterious view, seen,  down the blurry steep valley green.  A misty, verdant, sloping trance like a dream, startled with a soft splash of a polite stream.  Fractured sunlight through branches escape, as all of us have a destiny, to live out our fate.  Lighting up the rose bush and the tree tops, now glittering golden with scattered dew drops. Peace and quiet amidst the thin mountain air, so much nature and elegance around to care. A beautiful rose bud opening up to greet the newly fallen rays, with a few dried leaves and flowers, the wind plays.  Seeing the sun, beautiful, hidden foliage with a smile come out, they have every reason to shine ...

Among far off hill in an isolated town, no ill will or malice to be found.  Where people rely on each other, like sister and brother, and the townsfolk share and care for one another. Amidst strongly scented, wooded, green hills, pristine atmosphere, no need for luxurious frills. Cycling through the picturesque path, onwards into an alcove leading to a hot spring bath.  Bunches of colorful flowers sitting beautifully there, growing naturally as though arranged daintily with care.  Through the hills, gently sliding an articulate waterfall, a marvelous sight and soft sound coursing through the trees standing tall.  Forest pathways zigzagging through the thicket, with shady trees, making the place look cool and dimly lit.  Fog and misty air rendering the foliage moist and shiny, not a sound except the occasional rustling leaf or a passing bee.  Abundance of peace and tranquil air, soothing the mind and ...

Atop a light green blade of grass on a lawn, A shimmering moist dew drop sits in the early dawn. At the far end of this prairie, stands a small auburn hill, Filled with the blossoms of the Bougainville.  From a tall green branch, pinkish red flowers fly, Into the deep white clouded blue sky.  Leaving it’s existence behind.  Enticed and swept away by the wind, hopefully kind. Farewell to the others, on their branches, that cling, While little feathered creatures, chirp and sing.  Taking a leaf or two with it as it moves on, Crossing the mandarin sun, just waiting to be reborn.  Gracefully swaying and floating to the ground with care, Joining the dried out foliage lying crisply on the ground they now share.  Looking up at the new buds on the tree, A joyful new life traded in for an old one that is now free.