i.

spring's grey moons
everything is still
the hush of the skies.


ii.

first new buds
white cloud of hawthorn
morning's broken ghosts.

iii.

strengthening sun,
iron and feathers sky,
bird like a speck.

iv.

blue edge of sky
sunlight on flashy wings
empty world.

v.

clouds of drowning white
blowsy sweetened breeze
tall grasses sway.

vi.

last winter gust,
shadow on the earth
song of the rain.

vii.

surreal morning tide
hurrying wave
kiss for my love.

viii.

sea-spray hits a sail
anchor lowered down
ropes thrown to shore.

We carry our worlds within our hands

And communicate in time with our heartbeats

We can see the world from above and far away

Or the inside of ourselves in minute detail

Time can be tabled, abstract or meaningless

As we try to find our souls

We adapt to ever change

While love remains the same

i.

water-born,
the dark skies of the lily,
its song of petals
and gauze.


ii.

unwrapped and
white,
rushing in
streams of
bending flower,
ghost of a blue star.

iii.

ghost of a tender night,
calling out to a misty sky -
the breath of a star -
light spaces, stormy opals,
tranquil air.

iv.

sweet flower of
the dusk,
gathering the
glow of the lake,
gathering its
honey’s and frosts.

v.

below brooding clouds
that drop their tears
like heavy dew,
the lake deepens
and whispers,
carries its grey mask.

Who are wise?

Are wise the ones
who perceive to know everything,
Preaches this 'everything' to everyone around
and drives the endless dreams into a cage by their eminence.

or

Are they the ones
who begin with the notion of knowing nothing.
explores the endless horizons of wisdom,
and yet remain truthful to nothingness.

As 'Nothing' can never be shared
endless dreams can never be caged

What if I was embraced by sickness:
Giving me a warm,tight hug;
Would someone care to stay beside me,
Be the pill for my bug—
Be my forever maintenance drug?
I bet none.

What if Satan sends his angelic demons
and invite me undertneath this earth;
Would someone hold my hand so tight,
As I slowly grasp for air to breathe?
Would tears flow from their eyes like flood,
As I take that invitation;
Would someone shed an ocean of tears,
As I journey to my destination?
I bet none.

What if "death" knocks on my door,
And I opened it enthusiastically;
Would someone quickly slip his feet on the floor,
And swiftly lock the door for me?
Would someone care to be mad for my hospitality;
And care to give some reasons behind, a marvel of clarity?
I bet none.

What if life knocks me down;
Dressing me up like a princess,
Would someone look at that beauty
As a sign of my weakness?
Would someone come to my casket and feel so sorry;
Would someone's eyes be so sad,
with flowing tears be blurry?
I bet none.

What if I marry an adverse illness,
Taking me six feet below the land;
Would someone come to the doors of my new home,
Send me flowers and wish to still hold my hand?
Would someone be jealous of death:
For I have chosen it than to have myself live and breathe?
Would someone care to miss me when I'm gone;
If someone would, who's that gonna be?
I bet none.

I love your smell,your smiles ,your laugh;
Your eyes that speaks of sincerity,
Another variation of God's artful craft,
Lovely creature of simplicity.

I love the way you play with notes,
As your fingers dance across those keys,
You bring music to its finest beat;
Charmingly played in heartfelt ways.

You work for success and dreams,
While others spend time for love and affection;
You motivate such youngsters like me
To prioritize first our education.

You never failed to show us our value,
Giving each of us pieces of advice,
Rendering some kind of brotherly love,
Something that couldn't be given price.

And as I slowly unlocks your character,
My heart slowly falls again,
But I know it's impossible to have you;
For I'm just a sibling in faith—
nothing more, nothing less;
A friend to accompany, in happiness and pain!

A rippling effect
has the ocean
grace us, love
never left us
apart
as time
stumble into
a halt
turning
bad memories
into a
nightmare
simply forgotten,
we changed
for the
better...

i.

the last leaves of autumn
have fallen like birds
floating on the breezes,
catching at the windows,
gathering the golds of the sun.

ii.

the first chill of winter
anchors its petals
to the earth, gathers
its frosts and its ice.

iii.

lady of the winter winds,
black waters that wait,
shimmering to a softened moon,
harbouring the drifting stars
like little boats.

iv.

sunken into dream
the night sky maps its path
blows into the corners of the wind
conjures its caverns and
dark caves.

v.

i’ll never let go of your love
for my legs,
your love warm honey,
my yesterday’s caught
in tomorrows, sweetened
only by your lips,
i drift into your love-
i’m in love with your love.