Some one once said " I'm waiting"
I asked, for what?
"for my turn to learn"
That person replied
I learned, learned a long time ago
one thing i learned and i know for sure
The only thing i know and i abhor
we will never learn ,that!, i know for sure.

simple and foolish,to me, words are riddles
for sure that's why words change a lot
hour to hour, a slithering word now skitters
one day i howl , one day i hoot
I'm a simple man, but maybe words don't change
It's the way i place them in my mind and arrange
I search search the dictionary for "life"
I just shot a bird, i like the meat
as i put my blade on the bird, i think
I am simple and stupid but not stupid like a dictionary
It takes a life to know what "life" means
I understand why some choose a life-time of beans
I'm a simple man, i just want to feel
what ever there is that i can feel.

She never says hi
She never says anything
Not even goodbye
But when i say
I'm going away
"to where?", she would reply.

Come winter, come
Bestow your cold winds,
to these brittle bones
to change the shape of pain
numb the river of thoughts
freeze it, so i can walk across

Land is measured by milestones
As a man is measured by milestones
The greatness and beauty of a land
Can only be measured by the eyes,
Not steps taken by feet or stones placed by hand
What measures greatness of a man?
Is it truly the miles he has gone
In comparison to “achievements of better men”?
Or foolish sacrifices he has made
So another can see tomorrow as a better day?

with each poem i see i wonder
we butcher poetry for love
or desecrate love with poetry
futile to explain love through words
sad effort to give lust status of love
to read a book or to burn it?
which warmth are we looking for?

The creature watched them come and go and marveled at their beautiful wings and their elegant movement in the breeze. " i'll get my wings one day and they would put shame on the rainbow, you just wait and watch!" before long the day came and he got his wings. Through agony he fought his way out of the shell. With help of the breeze he spread the wings and flew in sky. When he was passing by the river, in still water, he saw an image and moved closer to it. Saw a dreadful creature in the silvery water that had a thousand eyes and the ugliest wings that he had ever seen.The creature imitated his every movement and then he realized that it's his reflection. He was angry and hateful and just like water that reflected his image he decided to reflect that anger and hate. From that day on he hunts the other winged creatures that he adored for so long. he flies static on silvery waters to see the beast every now and then.  That's the story of the dragonfly.