faint sounding bird calls
drifted on the eve's lazy breeze
of a tone low set
listening harder one heard
a leather-head's distinct pitch
A hummingbird moves so fast it buzzes,
but it hopes you don’t notice.
I envy them
For they are free
But that unfortunately isn't me
They soar in the sky
While I'm stuck down here in my dimise
I hear them sing
"If you can't fly then run",once said Martin Luther king jr
So I run and never look back
Winged birds swoop from the sky
At the edges of light, tame and wild
Cecilia watched, I don't know why
But she stood...and she smiled
The sky was maybe a lilac blue
Like the water of a sea
A colour remembered fondly, you
Stood and watched with me
With your friends and with your flowers
Falling asleep in meditations
Beneath the arriving of showers
You held young orchids and carnations
Soon I beg for our departure, I cry
"Let us leave," I say to you
But I know my words do not fly
Nor are they a lilac blue
And so, I stand beside you, still
Underneath a sky, I admit is like no other
One day we'll leave, you say we will
But for now I sit at the feet of my mother
~.~
The music then plays softly, sweet
The notes you say you love
Looking up from my grassy seat
I listen to the stars above,
They're Dancing to a nightly tune
Above and behind your shoulder
Along with the changing moon
Our stay turns one year older
With the music and with the night
You teach patience to your child
None is wrong and all is right
When Cecil watched and smiled
With the music that's tossed and turned
You teach calmness to your daughter
All is taught but none is learned
With the Washing of waves in water
~.~
All at once the showers arrive
But your daydream has not slept
The lessons taught are kept alive
I promise -
In my dirty hands they are kept
Where we go and where we went
And the time we spend there
Now just sit, be content
The year will be new and fair
Birds Chirp...
For some it is chatter,
But the wise listen
To it as Music, not clatter.
The seasons change,
The leaves golden fall without any heft,
All say O' Autumn is come,
But for me, the Wise have left.
The winter is gone and the snow melts
The flowers bloom and the waters cascade
The people dance spring is come
And the wise are wiser, the slumber is at end.
The summer is hot and dust abound,
The road is long and without wend,
All take a siesta on the mound,
And the traveller lone, moves for the bend at the end.
(Ba Khan)
Spring morning
of a sweet blessed day.
Birds chirping
in this lovely month of May.
Sun rising
as blue birds sing.
Light shining
what delight this may bring.
water rustles
in the dawn
birds awaken
their morning songs
Earth is tired,
like all mankind
stretching through the mold
that holds us tight
sunbeams ripple
across the clouds
sowing a tapestry
of light and sound
blue and gold
intertwine,
like lovers' hands
hidden by night
Vagrant-heart is like
that pigeon---
fluttering wings against
the glass facade
of a high-rise
in humid Mumbai;
the staircase- light
confusing the avian eyes
frail-body
eager to enter
for
making a nest
in the treeless place.
here i present
my very soul.
not much to expect;
it's not quite whole.
for you've taken it,
torn into thirds.
thrown to the sky,
easy prey for the birds.
Constantly watching the birds
They seem so care-free
I wanna lose my mind too
Every morning whistling in the trees
I wanna become one of them
Every day fly on the air wawes
There are things pulling me down
I'm trying to loose these heavy chains