Earth comes out of its greenroom

I bend at the window
looking through the glass
down upon its vastness

something out there is wrong

the future's not what it used to be
a shadow tells me

I feel mysterious today
a stranger to myself
I don't recognize my voice

objects outlive us
but we are more than an accident of stars
someday we will be infinite
breaking into the distance

by serene velocity
by delicate transitions

bringing us closer
to a renewed interest in happiness

All of us got a free ride here
Though the ride is not our choice
We perfer to treasure it so much
We Bond with people
over many relations
We make plan for days, months or years
eventhough we have no idea what is coming our way]
completely unpredictable ride
We call it Life
All we got is the moment we are in
And the memories we had in past days
Lets Start living in the present
And Stop worrying about future
Be grateful for the everything we have
What you are now
Is the Reflection
How you have been till today
Lets Enjoy the Free ride and create memories

The dead woman’s cat in the furrows of the garden
does not let herself be picked up
although hungry and thin after five days
with the dead woman and a night in the rain.
It has gone to join the other feral cats
among the junk behind the house. To be outrageously
******. On my way to work I try to entice it
with false friendship, guilt that the dead woman is dead.

On my way home I buy a can of cat food
but can’t find the cat. I let her go
to her fate. Later that night I try again
but there’s a tom waiting in her place.

Maybe I could have saved her if I’d known
her husband overdosed last week. Just maybe,
no more.
I ask the neighbors what happened to the kid.
The kid lives with her grandparents, they just used her for welfare.

I used to say
Somebody dies every day, it’s normal.
Finding and being found
by a woman, enjoying some romance, having children
and in that context earning a living
which becomes what you say when someone asks
what you do.
Doing something that proves you are alive
since the outcome will so easily be the opposite.
Stay near the earth people
that’s the way to grow old.

The abandoned railway line
leads to lush green
and clematis tangles
To a stream
that broke through
the crumbling stone wall
Owls nest there and children explore
What man abandons
and time devours
Earth brings back to life
her eternal children

Humans,

who are we?

What are we?

Habitats for microscopic life-forms?

Fertilizer for spring blooms?

Animals, incessantly foraging for sustenance?

Polluters of the Earth and its atmosphere?

Killing machines with insatiable appetite for war?

Yes…Yes, we are all that and more.

We are poets and dreamers,

truth seekers and love makers,

scientists and prophets,

heroes and villains.  

We are the ****** and the blessed  

inhabitants of a lonely planet.

Obligation or Love:
                                  Can They Coexist?**

Can obligation and love truly coexist
Is it possible for both to genuinely persist
Time is all that remains—yet I find it slipping away
A fleeting moment a transient display

Is it duty or love that we’ve been fed
Can obligation wear the mask that one truly cares
is love a promise destructed no spare
Times... life whispers ...  Are you still there
As time binds the heart these ties are so tough
Is love merely what we've chosen or beliefs to ignite
a refuge we cling
a web we've woven

Obligation or love— is all but a question
To genuinely believe
Or a table present
Challenging time a game to conquer

The water warm
The sea creatures choking
On the weight of our mistakes

The air hot and humid
The birds falling,
Unable to go on.

The land littered with plastic
The animals tumbling
On the debri we've left behind

What has earth become?
A place of scars.
Not a place
That hasn't been hurt by us.
What have we done?