Supple peaks
Where the Earth swells,
Shapely curves straddling
Land, soft and rounded yet
Mighty and tall.
I’m breathless;
I want the mountains
To swallow me whole.

As my mind begins to wonder,
I am compelled to wander;
Going ever further,
The distance ever farther.

I feel at home on the road
After a few days
I already feel that I belong.
I mesh with the crowd
Even when I stand out,
I will observe from the corner
Then I will stand with you
At the centre.
It sinks in;
Your beauty
Your habits
I emerge richer
Because of our differences
In culture.

I am at home on the road
I bring my dreams and memories along.
A moment
Between you and me
A little piece of life
The cyan blue in my mosaic;
I will always understand
Though language is not even
A common ground.
I have gone this far
And still,
All is familiar;
Because at times, new friend
Home is a state of mind.

I woke up to find you standing
The sun had not yet risen yet
And I wished it never would
I looked at you and asked you to come back to bed
You did
I held you close
But not close enough
I fell asleep though I did not want to
The sun rose
The day started
You stood there flushed with a fever burning your body
And I wished you could stay
That I did not have to leave
But I did
School waited for you
The unknown for me
We got in the car
And a song played in my head
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,"
I was going to sing it for you
But I could not get the words to pass my lips
"Tomorrow I'll miss you"
I said goodbye in the parking lot of the high school
And then you walked away
And I wanted to run after you
So I could hug you one more time
To share one last kiss
But I didn't
I got back in the car and drove away
I'll kiss you when I get back
*"And remember I'll always be true. And then while I'm away I'll wright home every day. And I'll send all my lovein to you"

The clouds are boring now
as I exist in a realm outside reason and romance.
These clouds are aimlessly
splattered on a dull blue sky
by a tried Artist
feeling uninspired…unrealized.

Is there any hope
for the Artist
and our world he tries to paint?
Why must the artwork continue
to destroy itself!
I destroy me
by staying stagnant and unamused.

Perhaps sometimes art
must be boring to soothe the soul

long restless journey
found a place to sleep in
---an empty coffee cup

I wana fly with you in ecstasy,
I wana sail and swim with you for long in deep blue sea..

I wana to hold your hand and feel the heated sand of desert,
I wana to visit with you the entire world and its each little part..

I wana dance with you in the rain,
I wana run with you through the beautiful valleys like insane..

Come and quickly hold my hand !!
lets go, see the world and enjoy sea, hills, sky and land……………………..