When the world stops for a minute who
Recognises every wrinkle I drew
Where you have laid
Have you laid
But never managed to stay
(When the) night comes for our room
(And the) day drowns in sound of monsoon
You can say
Can you say
What was wrong all this time
(When you) whisper clouds of the might
(And the) sky falls loud to reveal daylight
For your voice breaks
Your voice breaks
All the mess into lines
When the world stops for a minute, will
You seek me in the silence of hills
In depth of the world
But does it ma-tter still
Sometime the day smiles
shows me it’s colour
I feel like I got wings to fly
No the blue harbour
doesn’t look to be far.
But then who would
rather sway away
when a rose
under the nose
flowers a sea of colour?
Openly the all shining punter
dropped down off the sky
painted the broad daylight
and sailed away.
Gone with the rose of the day
before my eyes.
My hands are tied
Missing my butterfly.
Starlight is fading
As you surrender your dreams
To warm sun rising
O’er the landscape you're flying
Locked deep in your mind
In the breadth of each moment
Time drifts slowly by...
Here in the sunlight…streaming
Memories are fleeting
But the world is breathing
Your vibrant rainbow
Tosses many reflections
Gleaming in sunlight
Your deep vision remembers
As heaven descends
In the still of the morning
Dancing with daylight
The whole world is unfolding
A melody is growing
The mouth of a flower opens-
two lips part, shouting to the sun
to swallow the fields
So light pours over, and
floods out the shadows
and the wind blows
waves of green
the tree is rooted, unmoved
by the tornado of day, which
swirls into the leaves
and folds the twigs of branches
together, clasping like fingers
as if to thank the sky for
all the movement it brings.
It’s a garden I saw
one propels within oneself
there was no shadow.
I saw starry rows lining up
in broad daylight, I was stunned
Yes, stars in the broad daylight!
Here I see the sun up on the high
and the full moon in the night.
But here they weren’t
needed in the fair fare!
It’s a coloured and shaded broad daylight.
Bring me my hourglass, my paintbrush.
Keeping a timepiece, how soon my brush
strokes become finer it is not the task.
Try once more, strike a fine chord in time,
ever ticking but doesn't make a sound!
Let’s read the small prints, the shadow lines
on the pitch of the slit sun shines!
A dark spot in the light, some dotted lines
on a blank paper, however witty you might
describe it, count on the tweeting birds
short and cute, singing in the open air.
Light and dark the two tallies, ins and outs.
The times come and go, flowing fine.
For now, let’s take a look inside.
Tint and shade nor tone them now.
Zoom in and out, just watch them as they are.
This cool sleek shade on the sunny slate
is it a shadow, or some quivering curly hairs
or are these reflections of flocking clouds,
diligent sea eyeing deep down on the ground?
Read the small prints, shadows in the daylight,
before the show too is wrapped up.
And down the evening pool, the sun
parts away with the black swan.
In the cool evening of life's Autumn
inner demons desperate to release
a melancholic atmosphere so solemn
wishing to be at one with peace
In the inky blackness of the darkest night
haunted by a vivid breathless spirit
a demonic shape with me to fight
sanctuary sought but always near it
In the nascent warmth of early spring
my body meets the challenge of healing
this voyage on the big sea bringing
a fatigue inducing queasy feeling
In the lonely hours of April daylight
positive thinking to achieving my goal
watching birds in soaring glorious flight
through the windows of my soul