Birds Chirp...

Birds Chirp...
For some it is chatter,
But the wise listen
To it as Music, not clatter.

The seasons change,
The leaves golden fall without any heft,
All say O' Autumn is come,
But for me, the Wise have left.

The winter is gone and the snow melts
The flowers bloom and the waters cascade
The people dance spring is come
And the wise are wiser, the slumber is at end.

The summer is hot and dust abound,
The road is long and without wend,
All take a siesta on the mound,
And the traveler lone, moves for the bend at the end.


(By: Khan, BA)

Woman...

The scriptures had a name and I became Eve,
The ancients often worshiped me,
The wise sealed lips in front of me,
The wisdom that mystics think of me
To Hindus I am Kali and Parvati too,
Yet I love and bear the lovers too,
I am a woman with beauty and brains,
And a worrier riding equine manes,
The mountain song and the Dolphin of the blue sea,
And Honey bee kissing the bosoms of Rose beauty,
I am the one with all these graces,
And I bring happiness to all new faces,
Does it matter what I am now and then
As my Gaya relaxes like perfect Zen.
Description of female...?

(By: Khan, BA)

Painting...

"The painting speaks thus
Of the strokes that shaped it's bust
All admire the colors and the crest
Few see the blood that colored it the best"

(By: Khan, BA)

Rain Drops..


“These rain drops keep falling on my head,
As I write these words to tell you my friend,
I ain’t no poet nor a man who takes poetry to bed,
But a simple being who believes that this whole world is his friend!”

(BA Khan)

Silly...

Some call me silly and still some bad,
I am neither but how can that hold?
I want to be away from this crowd so mad,
To be at a place where everything is just at hold,
No morning and no evening and only serenity to behold,
A dreamer's dream that every lover dreams to behold.

(By: Khan, BA)

Home.

My home is where I lay my hat,
Yet this being has been around if you come to that,
Not that I don't have a home,
It is just a sweet sweet home.

(BA Khan)