Winter,
a shy maiden,
                      when she advances;
                      none could foresee
                      her cunning plan
                      of occupation!

playful and gentle,
she tickled nature
with her cool fingertips,
trees with thick foliage
stood before her
like  children,
to get their hair tousled.

                                 she plays considerate companion,
                                 often covers the head of trees,
                                 with her transparent veil
                                 till the sun forcefully remove it,
                                 eager to see their faces.

by and by
she turns insistent.
her presence more persistent
snow fall dense,
grin of ice every where you look,
changes her friendly visage, it looks strange.
her true nature comes out in  the open,
everyone starts to resent her cheeky urge to splurge.
then starts her rude and strident advance.

                                   the canopy of leaves
                                   are fully laden with
                                   thick, white, blanket of ice.
                                   leaves weigh down
                                   suffering with the  cold burden.
                                   the green is completely eaten
                                   by bleak whiteness.
                                   everything,  every one
                                   becomes virtually her prisoner,
                                   thirsting for a drop of sun light.
                                                   OOO

my thoughts
about you are
red hot blood,
                      coursing through
                      throbbing veins,
                      whispering your name
                      again and again,
                      towards you--
                                              the heart,
                                              the center,
                                               where all my yearnings culminate,
                                               and yet again begins.

city night,
speaks
in million
discordant
neon voices.
                   night in village,
                   has lanterns
                   shedding  soft yellow droplets of light,
                   here and there;
                   singing solemn
                   hymns.
city knows no silence.
it's music is cacophonous;
pain is its sweetness.
when silence descends
city is stifled,
looses its color.

village absorbs
it's wisdom
from deep dense silence-
the color of green foliage.

for the village,
grass is green
on the other side of the fence;
but city is coiled in itself.

silence slowly looses ground.

It is 3 AM,
and no one is sleeping in their dreams,
but a meter flicks with the ring of your pulse,
supple streams watched
by tender mothers
and their soft eyes in darkness.

I glimpse my city
of ratty ears,
dust of mill and coal the reluctant taste,
of acrid tongue settling against the corners.

And they beckon me
with once plunged fingernails,
and luring each tall man
against the harbor, against the wall.

So lingering their grasps remain on summer weeds,
skinny strands of yeasted yellow
like some lurching disease that has brought
trembling, tilting, padding
hard feet slapped against cold floor.

She was warmer than fall,
and thicker than winter's feed.

Her frame sits on the blinds of 3 AM,
where somewhere else on the road,
light is blown from infant hands.

My friend,
When you were born,
Life cast you into this dream
While giving to you love
To remind you of waking Reality.

As surely as I love you now
And sit beside your final bed,
Not soon to sleep, but soon you´ll awaken
From the dream from which Destiny calls.

Ahead of you Death has always walked
Showing you your fated path
And giving love in those precious moments
When the dreamer dared to lift his eyes.

In death your truth foreve finds you
When love reaches its Eternal Source
As the Reality with which it soon will meld
In the harmony of one´s mortal end.

The love we felt for you in life
Has touched us all beyond its close
Leaving memories in the livings' minds
And something deeper that we sometimes find:

In future moments of conscious grace
When Present's joy meets open hearts
We will be following You through love
More strongly than any memory.

If our recollections of you fade
-Though for me they never will-
Take comfort in your destination
That calls you clearly even now.

This solace I now try to hold:
Trapped in memories of your love
Which soon will leave this mortal plane
And leave me sitting here without you.

Your impending absence brings a rift
That keeps me from the words I preach
And casts me from God's loving arms
Into the abyss of this black dream.

These tears that I shed for you now
Fall on unforgiving floors
And force me to the recognition
That more than ever I feel alone.