In one-to-one with silence
there is an unknown language
which does the talking
otherwise drowned
in everyday languages
not the mind
but the soul does the talking
a vortex which pulls you in
towards the you, within
unknown for a long time
the one that lived, neglected
let silence prevail
as there is so much potential
to be in touch
with the world within
which needs devotion
a prayer, in silence
bring you back to yourself

We are within the precincts
Of the allotted time
How we may want to spend
As time takes away a little
Every day we move
Towards the end of time
From Time to time
We are stretched
And then weaned away
Towards another journey
Different destination
It’s all about time

Things are falling apart
Weight has become too much
Only a few bears the pressure
How long can they hold up?
Turn of events
Have taken a wrong path
Where have we gone wrong?
We have not yet figured out
Always on the fringes
With no strong foundation
Fury raging and burning
It’s a matter of time
Before we can regroup
And plan better
Or, be reduced to ashes

Don't mix
Regrets and resentments
With love and opportunity:
It won't rise.

Of you,
I speak of
softest petals
always kissing
flowers full bloom
wet drops -  your reddened lips
pour darkest cherry wine
all the day
watercoloring
my skies

winter is fast approaching
and the morning frost has
already come

but my heart is like the spring
and new life is blossoming
in my unfrozen heart