Mind is a dog
that barks, a dog
with a bone that is
never buried,
and thought like
a dog's instinct without
the anchor of volition.

Shrouded in mist you come for me
From the silence, from the cold.  
Waiting, watching has been your game.
Now you find me alone,
Hypnotised by the stillness,
Mesmerised by moments of sublime beauty as yet unseen.
I am helpless to resist.

What melody to find in silence,
What comfort in the earth!
Raindrops falling through trees echo through the forest.
A lone web hangs wet with dew.
A mushroom sits heavy with moisture on a tree stump.

The forest knows how to be in stillness
And make it's presence felt.

The blowing of the wind,
The rustling of the leaves,
The blooming flowers,
And the heightened trees,
The blazing sun,
And the radiance of the fruits,
Flying bugs,
And tiny feet,
The journey of a bee,
From its hive and crossing the sea,
Animals in the wilderness,
Free to do as they please,
The flying dandelion,
Circling in the air,
Under the tree,
I lie,
Lost in my thoughts.
How beautiful is nature,
And the mind of our Creator,
Who so artistically,
Created and gave life to these beings.

Soaring from the breath of my soul
Winding silence in between my dreams,
I stared at the swellings of my eyes
Over creeks and soil wiping them dry.
From Gulmohars to the things unseen
My earthly shell has learned life
To heal the revealing wounds.
I’m prisoner of the fortune no more
I live and breathe in tranquility,
The poet’s potion to heal the bitter portion!
I was the White Mountain faceless
And lonely like the tiny blazing aura
Numbing away from the crammed world,
Slight and elapsed like the deft cloud.
A new season I can foresee
Inside the distorting images,
Archaic and ripened from lemon pennies
To receive this broken unattached life!

Friendly faces
Soft, silky voices
Unlike the punk music
That reverberates overhead,
In this tiny, unlikely coffee shop
That doesn't smell like coffee,
But of small, carefully baked pastries
That sit lonely on a windowsill,
Not likely to see the rabid blue sky
Or the tall, elegant façades
Of buildings constructed from the ground up.
And how lonely they must be,
Just like the people behind the counter,
Who long to feel the beating heat
Of the forthcoming sunlight
Or the sense of freedom earned
Just by walking these quiet city streets
Dominated only by a love for adventure
Or a love for all things immaterial.

The love of the universe is all around.
Only in stillness of mind can it be found.
Quite yourself and just listen to its sound.
Peace and bliss is what will be found.

So serene, so blissful…
So pacific, so liberating…
The only sounds that drench my ear-
The drops of rain,
The gush of the wind,
The flow of the river,
And, the sound of me, breathing.

Look at me and tell me who do you see
I'm not the know one you know
Nor have I ever been
I'm a not a hero, I'm mystery

I'm a soul searching for answers
Searching for dreams to come true
A girl searching for her destiny
Trying to be somebody new

Finding solace in the little things
Little achievements and hopes
And in the big romances
Big gestures and adventures

Some of us were never made
For tranquility, stability
For calmness and quiet tides
Some of us were made for giant waves
For thunder storms and hurricanes

I never backed down from a wave
That's not I how I was made to be
And I think you should know
That's quiet was never for me

It's going to be hard
But I'll never give up
It might break your heart
But believe in me
One day  you'll see this girl
Being who she is

stars silently
    enveloped
     turbulent seas,
gingerly dappling
   each current,
whence the tides
   were stilled
'til they ebbed
    'tween streams
        of serene
            spring waters,
      rushing its
          banks in
             cascades of
                tranquil
                     awed hushes
                         overflowing
                                midst
                                   surrender's
                                                   quietude