Transit

Carriage filled with hundred faces
Each with its spring and station
And going a hundred places
With a tiny span in unison.

As the transit abruptly ceases
They spill like peas from a skin
It was a chance togetherness
that may never happen again.

Voice

As Ocean's song is its waves
As Forest speaks through its winds
As Fire's tone is its flames
Find your voice before its late.

Feel strongly for some issues
On others try to find your call
Be it right or be it false
It's better than having none at all.

Stars

They bristle and blaze within
And they abidingly collapse
But on a clear night welkin
As they wink, shine and dance
Stars are the numerals of repose.

Oh, Leaf

These lines on my palm
Those veins on your face
Where do they meet?
Do these stripes rule my life?
Do those seams vote your fate?