The self and others-
   the perennial angst
   people come into your life
   and go----without thanks

   one has but oneself
  to cherish, love and hold
  the world teems with malice
a tale time and again retold

I have no wings

        cannot fly

       I have two feet

       can get by

My duty to return
the books I will not fail
I am reminded of the consequence
as I might be sent to jail.

That chair verily

doesn't fit me

it's over-sized

it would agonise!

For J.A.
My violin is my very voice
my deepest thoughts it does convey
amidst my darkest lonely hours
it drives all my sorrows away-

to a celestial realm we belong
where beauty is beyond words to say
the edge of eternity we together touch
where the brightest sunshine adorns every day.

The saying of a renowned person doesn't necessarily mean
it's worthy of note as some of theirs are prone to being prosaic while that  from a lay person could contain wisdom or insight, but most people are not circumspect enough to spot this as they are mesmerised by 'big names'

I long for your tender touch
the night brings back memory
of you--I see the stars weeping
but you don't belong to me-

  the past is a dream of sorrow
our love is not meant to be
but for you my sad song I'll sing
though my heart will never be free

where, oh where are you now?
did you not say once you would forever love me?

Sit quietly

listen attentively

observe keenly

live detachedly



work diligently

act righteously

feel humanely

be mindful of mortality

It's enough

that the glory

shines within

not known to anybody

Last song has been sung

singer looks at her mirror

she shines in splendour

Three swallows on wings

darting to clear benign sky

perfect symphony

Let me self-diminish

rather than self-increase

from all burden I'll then release

life's every moment to relish

Life--ology to me
is much sounder than philosophy

Life is the summary
feelings are the raw material
perfected by love and experience,
the heart finds its holy essential.

Tides dash against shore
evening shadows descend
impending wild storm

Colours are the emotions of the heart

blue depicts a sense of melancholy

a sigh from a world far apart

in their desolation and misery-



ah, will love come to deliver me?

my loneliness seems an eternity

though abandoned without pity

I am still haunted by her strange beauty

Youth is the early bloom of spring
                    the garden where fairest flowers blow
                    the heart is in passionate longing
                    deepest feelings they ceaselessly flow.

                    There's a sweet song to be sung every dawning
                     wherever lovers come together or go
                     every kiss will be a memory without ending
                      love will keep this forever and will stronger grow

Collage of colours

rainbow in kaleidoscope

mind in images

Embrace emptiness

the universe will be yours

it's the Eternal

Why does the heart lie?

         Why does love elude?

          Why does time so swiftly pass by?

          Why is it impermeable-truth?



          Why does beauty die?

          Why is life sown with ingratitude?

           Why do I escape to cry?

           Why on earth was I put?

In many matters and situations

let women lead---men, verboten!

they have better intuition and finer sentiments

men should hear in fairness the words they have spoken

Being slow enables me to enjoy the journey--there's so much beauty to see and so much that holds me in awe along the way.

And I know Nature is talking to me in her silence.

It's not the arriving but the travelling that really matters-

the rose in the bud holds more splendour than that in bloom

She was in limbo

uncertainty struck her heart

would he come tonight?

Descending darkness

chimney smoke drifts into air

lone figures walking

Dear Madam,  you are compassionate and humanistic but I think certain sorrows can't be shared....they are close to being sacred--their poignancy should be kept to the sufferers alone-

it's not pride or arrogance--it's something so personal and is intrinsically its own.  Furthermore, its meaning is so profound that sympathisers might not be able to grasp or understand. The greatest danger is that a public declaration might be taken as a cry for pity or sympathy which is entirely undignified and inane.

Every life starts

as a foreword

it requires courage

and patience to move forward

I don't want to fly
I'm scared of any height
as long as I am on my two feet
I'll feel completely all right

Windowsill flowers

in unknown old town building

new bunch ev'ry day

1.  slow down

2.  breathe slowly and deeply

3.  you are alive and have creativity

4.  love yourself as your best friend

5.   keep busy doing the things you like

6.   live more, think less

7.    seek more friends

8.    take a daily walk

9.    listen to Bach and Mozart

10.   laugh to your heart's content

We are each a hidden chameleon
we fake and improvise for the occasion

I am silhouette
in my total nakedness
I am my fancy

Through Zen,  I have become a very patient person....

it strengthens my connectedness to others;  I acquire humility, compassion and tolerance; have an abiding faith in the benevolence of the Universe despite life's suffering and pain;

I accept adversity and my mortality without fear or anxiety; in my dying moment, I will say: life has not been a mistake

1.    I can't be among the best---I can only do my best

2    I should know what  I can and can't do

3   I should abide by faith in myself

4   I don't strive to win--if I succeed, it's a product of my effort

5.  I agree:  Carpe diem--
Chinese saying: an ounce of time is an ounce of gold.

The best part of many lives

seems left un-lived

such people wrestle in strifes

they seldom find joy or relief-



time insidiously lurks in their heels

old age too soon does arrive

dreams and hopes it heartlessly steals

it cuts the heart like the sharpest knife.

Wood-lane in yellow

trees sprout to meet the spring-sun

night-fallen petals

I weigh myself in the talent- machine

I have no doubt I am lacking

let me then come clean-

only the simple I should be doing

Sunshine after rain

ball of red floods the noon sky

silhouettes of trees

It's totally amazing and truly incredible

those who are healthy in sight should miss

what the one-eye person sees as miracle

Those who are right might not be happy

those who are wrong may happiness find

but neither might be aware of any morality

right or wrong doesn't occur in their each mind

Rule nr 1         trust yourself

              Rule nr 2        be original, never be an echo of others

              Rule nr 3        be curious and explore

             Rule. nr 4       be thorough and diligent

             Rule. nr 5       experience and feel

          Rule  nr 6.      use both the right and left brain--integrate them

            Rule nr 7.       don't accept things at face-value:  evaluate

           Rule  nr 8.       be humble--open your mind to all possibilities

           Rule. nr 9.       be generous, be fair to and respect everyone

        Rule  nr 10      enjoy what you do, if not, it's not worth the effort.

Life is not for me

to push or squeeze in

I wish to walk in gently

this would never hurt my skin

Landscape in colours

a new world in unfolding

life, a miracle

Spring sings to the trees

light embraces the forest

life finds its meaning

I go into nature for healing

my heart is in heaviness laden

how I hope for a new dawning

as here I stay alone and silent-



in the wind's gentle whispering

these words I hear:  what's broken

shall be made whole again in the waiting

the dust shall settle and pain will be forgotten

What the heart desires

  it doesn't understand

  sometimes it burns like fires

  other times it's silent and content



for love both loathes and inspires

as it traverses over many an uncertain terrain

it waxes, wanes, doubts, mesmerises

how often it does oscillate between joy and pain!

Small abandoned boat
nestled by faraway lake
where are the lovers?

The self is not luxury

it's the bearer of misery

I don't mind
being a ****
I'm still Nature's creation
on the same sunshine I feed

Wild storm is brewing

on brown road no one is seen

grey clouds in warning

....but this metaphor
   is not for her
   she won't bother
   the literal she does prefer