Within the valley, deep silence
stones tumble, echoes deepen silence
within
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
The july evening sun
cheers my tired heart
that wanders with sways of now
and memories of endless summers
over the streets
the friendly breeze greets all
and rises up along the facades,
diffuses and disappears
to live and flow forever
Through the hearts it touched
One day in summer.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
untethered
through the dark,
we tread
across that familiar park
on the path coarse
she rose
graceful and free
she moves
like a gentle breeze
on a mid-summer night
our elbows locked
she turns and dances
giving life to a shadow
in the streetlight, static
and yellow
a commune of silhouettes
beyond the lake
like wonted mores
try to reach us ashore,
spellbound by the water
the black reflection ripples
and moves into stillness
red tinted clouds
drift miles above us
granting glimpses
of an indigo night sky
dotted with distant stars
and an orange Mars
almost time now
she spots the International Space Station,
a white lucent shine,
rise up from the vagrant reds in the west
and draw a lucid arc
across the indigo canvas
a deft motion of a compass tip
subtle, taut
and at ease
the white glow dims
and then fades
as the night turns on itself
we rest
on that wooden bench
overlooking the lake
just being
watching
the midnight drama
unfold,
like a fountain spring forth,
a breath we hear
take shape
as the ducks play and laugh,
as repeated greets by a shy hedgehog
as the bats in acrobatic flight
and the long white fluffy thing
which to this day
remains mysterious
to 26 and 21
the ubiquitous black intense
is void no more
awake we are
and our souls, a choir
a breath cosmic,
flowing
untethered
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
she went up
and then down,
up again, a twirling cup
with the transparent white,
rising against the black,
a swaying and a laidback push
of more of her
and she would curl
in a dance, light and hypnotic
to sync my time with hers
and we'd float
and sink together
into nothingness
out of which
exist, she and i
two fickle bodies
earthly yet divine,
and she burned me free
with the bare truth forlorn
"i lay a trail of ash,
and so would you,
for you are in a body,
by form and pleasure sieged,
free to burn
and be like me."
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
To the stranger’s eye
It seemed to have no divide
An intangible singularity
Yet corporeal and multifarious
Almost non-existing, but
Standing
Still, in time
Was
My quiescence,
A Frenzy disguised within
An exuberance
Placid,
Alacrity latent subdued by
Lament
Silent,
An eternal gaze injecting an
Iridescent daze,
Incessant stupor creating
Solitude in clamour
Upon realizing
My find,
That a mirrored everything
And more
Was her too, and
Becoming
Was
I, half of
Her borderless soul
Two distanced voices
Once unsure and fading,
Now becoming
Each other and one,
Us, what seemed to be an end,
Ended, a start
Becoming.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:12 AM UTC
My darlin'
O sweet darlin'
Nigh wish you were
I, like the warm chrysalis of the summer
Sun, wrapped in a spring night ephemeral and
Halcyon, enraptured by a vivid dream
Amorphous.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
I was born green,
resplendent and clean,
beautiful and balanced
the kind now unseen.
I conceived you, my son
along with the plants and the animals,
I guided you through evolution
and you've evolved as my best Creation.
I've quenched your thirst,
your every need
I've nourished you, my son
with a single seed.
My elements you blended
now you’re a technological alchemist,
but in the process you got blinded
For you I cry, with an untimely mist.
Once I let you play with snow
and dance in the rain,
But you've made me blow a blizzard
and flood you with pain.
I was the warmth in your cold,
my nature was your muse,
now all that is a dream you sold
for your luxuries misused.
I am the land
the wind and the air,
I am the water
but do you really care?
In your quest for knowledge
you discovered yourself and me,
you called yourself human and me your mother
Now look what you've turned out to be.
My resources all consumed
you abandon me once barren,
you predict the day of doom
but still won’t commit to prevention.
Last chance can be just one,
of warnings there has been no dearth,
come back and heal me, my son
it’s time to save Mother Earth.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
TV static precedes
Vh1 music,
lazying flips
of daily newspages,
flush, brush and coffee sips
“Are you done??” and the routine quips,
hot iron thumps,
belts clinging, ties zipping,
Footsteps scurrying,
hurrying,
shoes polish and
'almost forgot my house keys'
Check!
bid the byes and
the door
Locked,
Silence
...... Escalating,
loud, intensifying,
hum of vaccum, peaked
consistent, steady,
lo! the sleep friendly fan
with helpless, nagging,
dying grunts,
A turf war.
a wince, and
a hostile rustle
a body moves,
the blankets ruffle
and creases fold,
looking over
a still life canvas,
No voice of motive
the speechless lone
traveller could hear,
Nor a whisper of reason,
for his morning bag pack,
Waiting still,
for its season,
for destiny's sound
of enunciation.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
a new day in a new place
filled with many a smiling faces
and the frayed,
soothed by an unexpected calm
brought upon by the gentle waft that stayed
a while and then some more
like the kids playing, in memories from my days of yore
the square filled with people
and facades
beautiful, strange and eccentric
with strains of similarity, yet different from what i knew
i watch, as some stay and some fade
as i hold on to a spontaneous few
the square begins to sleep
but the night lights come on, as if to keep
the sounds that depart
from the transient gregarious square
that holds pleasant laughter and innocent cries,
romance and age, wink like fireflies
oh but they all leave
the square empty and void
making room a plenty, for the fleeting sepia tone of a spring evening
that strings several chords
of resounding memories we enjoyed
they clutch me and surround me
and I let them
take me
to not so long ago, when street lights, familiar
and parallel to the railroad tracks
took me home,
unwillingly, they disappear
as I step on my shadow,
the only brother with me
on the street I walk back on
so far away from home
the place my heart, at times, pines to be.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
tick-tock ticks
the sound of time
detached and pompous,
swaggers the rhyme
that looms every moment
for the mind, awake
and ceases to exist
for the mind that's baked
slow at times and at times fast
dexterous time
could also stand still
for days on end
like a deceitful ****
tick-tock ticks
the sound of time
that which all need
and some earn with greed
to think you have enough is a blunder
and control it, none shall ever
tick-tock ticks
the sound of time
the dark black fades away
as the morning sun paves the way
for shades of gradual bright
beyond my eyelids
that try and shield my dream
from shattering into nothingness
tick-tock ticks
the faint sound I hear
snooze button clicks
and of time, become a forgetful fear.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC