The soul
is a
dandilion
that
burst apart
in every direction
drift silently
through the
whisper of
the wind

As I step back, regrets will come stalling, yet I never let it hurdles what’s just ahead.


© Pax

I belong
             to no God
             no nation
             no creed
             no section

but to Spirit that
is home as much in man
as in the dumb and the meek

say brother, I have
                                no religion

but that of love that animates
the fabric of all existence.

and no deed as holy
as to love fellow folk
as I do myself, however
unlike me they be,
though pure of the heart.

It's one of those things, it is that kind of night:
the winds have stopped wheezing before dawn
and the birds don't want to wake up yet.
A fire is lighting up on the eastern sky
that was burning in the heart through the hours.
I see a bangled wrist half-concealed
in the mists: shadows of events mingle
past the grilles of thoughtlost timelines.
I will wade across the river at the nearest ford
and meet you at the temple: friend,
will you wait? Oh this intolerable whir of the
dewsong, it is interrupting your answer.

let my spirit enliven today
let it come out of the dark
let it feel light and gay
and have that lively spark

let my spirit awaken today
let it forget the past and all that is wasteful
let it neither think of future in dismay
and learn to make its present purely beautiful.

There are those days
That I just want to disappear
Hidden in a place
Wherein I can shed all my tears;
A place where I do not have to pretend
That I am happy and worryfree.
I am tired of going through each day
Plastering a fake smile on my face
Telling everyone that I am okay
Coz deep inside this heart of mine
I am screaming for help,
I am dying of loneliness,
I am longing for love and happiness;
But no one can hear my heart's plead.
I want a place for an escape
Where I can release everything that burdens my life
To renew my strength again.
I want an escape from this life
Even just for a while.