Come spring
extend your hand
caress  the waiting warming land
give us singing birds on green and leafy trees
swap gale for breeze
soft light and scented air
disperse our shivering winter cares
and bless each fertile blooming day
through April and then on to May
please stay

I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.

if there was only happiness how great the world would be
we could could live in peace in perfect harmony
we could live as one no fighting or a war
violence it would cease no violence any more

it would be so nice if it could be this way
no sadness anymore be happy every day
living all together in peace and harmony
in world of happiness one big family

my haphazard clutter of books
stacked and stumbled in a cacophony of to read, and have reads
with a chic clique of am readings tittering through
my careworn spines and eagerly wrenched pages
and stiff backed unbent sentries
concealing tearful tomorrows or paper expanses of doldrums

~
...he dreamt of her,
the one who could dance about
twin suns in cantina lace,
course through the veins
like power converters,
and scare far more
than a pack of raiders on the prowl.

...she who laid out
in the sands of Anchorhead,
and became a seductive sculpture,
her howls mixing with the wind
through Beggar's Canyon,
and turning into flame,
ascended like nomadic campfire
in an ocean of night
as far off as Mos Eisley.

...the one resembling Camie,
who bought farm water
for her off-world thirst,
he dreamt of her, you know,
he dreamt they would inevitably marry,
and settle down deep in the feral
of their desert love.
~

Translucent and
undeserved mercy
streams into me
humbling me like giant sequoias
who draw my eyes to the heavens!