Fly high, Oh, Yellow bird,
Fly so high that you are among the few
Who go beyond lesser mortal’s vision
Far towards horizons new.

Climb heights that no one imagined
Spreading your wings with all the might
Reach new places that the world knows not
And touch the stars that glare at night.

See new world with your own eyes
Feel the joys that to others are foreign
Make new friends and start new trends
Let your charm on the world reign.

You may sometimes feel tired
You may at times stall
Your strength may cease too
When cold winds befall.

Yet, stop not, Oh, Yellow bird!
Hard metal is what makes your spirit
So sweat not the tall obstacles,
The sky is your limit.

One day you will make history
And be etched as a timeless being;
With time will emerge a spirited storm
That is yet in the brewing.

And though the wind beneath your wings
Did help you carry through,
The victory will be truly yours
For you are the one who flew.

I can't explain what it feels like
to be alone without you;
it feels like a void
a huge gap in time
a long dark tunnel
no light until the end
and I can’t walk that far alone
without you being here with me,
because I just can’t
and I don’t know why.

I wish the time
that we were together
is back for a while
the time that was the best
for two of us to feel,
to love and smile.

And I wait patiently today
for the time to come
when we will be together
and our hands will meet
never to part
never to miss the other
and in our hearts we fill
our love so sweet.

As I walk through a rose garden
and see a little flower,
I imagine how deeply
its aroma would shower
to fill the space
with its richness.

I wait for a while
to feel its beauty
but time goes by
and a sense of duty
makes me move on
with quickness.

It was a great feeling
but now it is past,
and I miss the moment
that went so fast
that I couldn't enjoy it
at its fullest.

Feared by unenlightened mind
death is seen as an act unkind,
in ignorance lies the truth
of death’s beautiful design.

What is called the end of life
Is merely a severing knife
Dis-joining one’s worldly crawl
From a blissful abode divine.

Death is truly opening of door
To release a bird caged before
Freeing its soul to fly away
Into the permanence of time.

With arms wide open
I ready to greet happiness
My upright, door opening approach
Pours through smile on my face.

Often happiness came barging in;
Perceivable, albeit tiny,
I would label and preserve it
In the archives of memory.

But unexpectedly this time
Rightly manufactured jar with wrong destination
Comes unannounced,
Laughing at my much-prepared standing ovation.

I saw how happiness needed
An environment - natural and timeless,
A welcome that is warm,
Spontaneous and limitless.

You have to let it grow inside you, you know,
And with greed it will chase
You; filling your heart and giving itself out,
defying narrow containment of archive.

Gaseous state of happiness
Is the truth most absolute
Happiness is easy to obtain
Yet always ready to elude.

Of what use to the King is all his money
When, to play, he has no daughter?
With what else can a Pauper bother
When his daughter yearns for honey?

How wistful looks the beautiful rose
Carefully trimmed for a royal pose;
In fate of lofty praise
The blessed soul wails for days.

Yet how peaceful seems the wild orchid
That blossomed in the land so arid;
While seeking a lone passerby’s
careless look it is destined.