You perceive not the fire
Cause you perceive not my mind.

But  the worst that you do ,
Dear world, is,
You make me doubt my time.

Flowers in the wall
Did you see them bloom?
Vines crept up the water pipe
Like little yellow sprinklers in the sun.

The bricks that form the canvas
Building the concrete in time
Break! says the wind
Not so fast, smiles the vine.

The rose stood high
In humble elegance.

Happy to just be,
A poem,
A memory,
An outburst-

Happy to be,
Smiling,
In silence.

My life in retrospect
As I slowly unfold,
Feels like overbeaten eggs
So the cake no longer holds.

But I began to slowly wonder
Why does it need to hold?
What if it falls apart,
A story finally being told?

May be I poke it - if too dry,
May be I let  it crumble,

In a pudding  or a
poke cake,
I will not let it waste.

Won't you still have a piece?

It was just a thought,
The apology I never got,
The agony of secrecy with which you mock
Lit in me a fire that refuse to die.

As thoughts kept walking,
My mind painted your face, of momentary guilt,
Perhaps it was there, but I missed
To myself I continued to lie.

Thoughts started running,
On rules of the game,
Score on pretense and penalty for shame
Nobody kept score but surely its not a tie?

Thoughts took flight
I see you running,
Causing a storm of sand to your trail
The veracity of the wind, rose and crashed
With my expectations in the grave.

The boat has reached the shore
The sharp rocks of the edge
Cutting quietly under water

The wind is still,
Letting the sun sing its chorus-
Rising or setting
Colors are the same in the sky
A bit more time will tell
On which side of the Earth am I.

Let us fly,
Free us.

Let us be,
Don’t hold us.

Love is not what it used to be
Let us not **** over the tears.

The cloud came down and sang me a song
Of the seas and mountains it landed on.
I asked about my home, whether it has seen,
It said, yes, there I have been,

The varendah is in bloom
And the roses  will bleed soon;

Excited, I inquired, if they asked about me
The cloud replied, they asked, who is she?

Four blue jays and twenty-one geese
A hawk, a starling,
Seagulls away from sea--
                                                           ­                I read you like a letter
                                                          ­                      A haiku in Spring
                                                      I heard you like soft Autumn walk
                                                      And clouds not wanting to be still
I heard you in the wind,
When it blew in from the North
A crisp clean chill
An announcement
Of endings and beginnings
                                                      ­    I saw you in the Sun that did not last
                                                I saw you in the expectant Moon that came
Made way for darkness and dawn
Then gave it all up to the wind
                                                       And I flew.

The beast was never asleep
It was us
The cobwebs were there
But we did not see,
Now the sun has risen-
The truth stands sad and tall
We have awakened,
Upon the empire's fall.

May be I am searching for magic
In the sky
In the places
In the faces -
Dang it I will not only survive
I will thrive!
I will reset my DNA
For the love of my daughter to come,
I will release my preconceived notions
And build a better world for my son.
And even if my open wings can only cover my nest
They will carry a Kingdom within
Where doubts had no place,
And fears have been put to rest.

And if so shall happens, that the ghost of uncertainty returns
They will know how to swim,
They will know how to fly -
**** it they will not only survive, they will thrive!

Give me a howler
A scream, a shout or a whisper

This stillness that binds the sky
Break it down, and let it thunder
Why is the water so still?

Yet you feel the hurricane
Underneath it all
Underneath it all.

The circus is in town
The wig is on the clown
Cold will be the weather
And the play shall be one.
Front row seats and chicken wings
Always a fan of notorious things,
Not too early to cheat
Not too early to beat
Its been over and due.
The thrills and chills on skin
The kicks shall here on pursue
Its overdue,
It is much overdue.

Snow covered ground
Fading under the sun,
Bare branches of nostalgic summer
Gazing at the still dark creek;
The earth breathe quietly
Burning fire at its core,
Making love like never before
To the teasing mistress of Spring.

Building  home in the straws and hays
The robin flies, staying near the nest.
The wind shall blow the shelter soon,
Little time, but time it has, to rest.

The sky was blue.

The eagle swooped, swirling ,
In a lowering orbit
Circulating and preparing
To claim what has been left behind

I looked up
Waiting for it to dive
If I felt its claw
I may still be alive

She slowly opened her eyes,
Shooting firecrackers into the sky,
And just like that, all was light
Gracefully ablaze, much obliged.

Strength and vulnerability goes hand in hand
Yet so little do we understand.
So awkward is our disposition towards love,
So assertive we are to claim our pain,
The hand that gives is the hand that takes-
How do I judge the sky I lay under
When it holds both the sun and the thunder?

Into the mirror I see
I am six, I am thirteen,
I am nineteen and twenty three
I look into mirror and inside I see
The exact same heart,
Staring back at me.

I cross continents
Over oceans large and seas
So much I run
Addresses cant keep up with me
I change trains
Jobs and people I see
I look into the mirror
The same heart staring at me.

The earth has turned around
A thousand plus and more
The moon has built bridges-
I remain stranger to the shore

I look into the mirror
I am fourteen and twenty eight
Unfolding into myself
I was thirty when I was eight.

The air is infested with loneliness. The mountains stand high, united in isolation. The gravity of the isolation is soaked into the earth, so the wind can remain carefree. And so they all played together, under the sun.

Because I can see your smile once, not twice.

I am on the edge,
Of this mountain so green,
So beautiful and deadly and endearing.

Green earth, it is green below,

The green keeps saying,
Fall fall fall.
Why walk on the edge when you can fall?
Why not choose to fly, instead of crawl?
Fall
      Fall
             Fall.

A shade of yellow
Or a speck of orange,
A gleam of purple
Or a dot of red,
Slowly waking
                         up to myself-
I am moving through me.
                  A birth that feels like ending,
           A death that feels like beginning,
       I am ending, I am starting,
I am living,
       Finally moving.

Overthrowing of convictions,
Elimination of beliefs,
Eradication of a possibility.
Life slaps on our face-
We call it reality

Running towards a mirage,
Is this just a phase?
Does it reflect the right chase?

Standing on the edge of the cliff
Not God but you question yourself around,
If courage lies in  taking the jump
Or believing enough to hold your ground.

Feeling our way through the dark
Expecting a light ahead,
It’s a blur
It’s a scar
The life that angels guide us to shed.

It was the calm before the storm,
Gloom suspended in quiet wind-
Fire cracking inside her icy heart,
As Winter howled at the raging Spring.

I heard myself -
And my voice I recognized,
As the voice that speaks
But not mine.
                 I became aware of hearing.
                 But who is this inside?
                 Who it is that insults my soul?
                 Speaking to me in words
                 That are not mine.

In the new dawn that is looming
Your shadow in the center,
The flower, not blooming
Yet-
This darkness wills a peaceful surrender.

The moon spoke through its light
You know not that which you do not see,
Don't resist the darkness of uncertainty
Let go of your fears and embrace me.

Grey areas so vivid
Black and white of buried lies;
Convictions so frail, faith so faded,
Its a blunt sword-
A duet of silent lullabies.

Written on a broken door:
"Touch me not
Or I will fall apart",

I laughed,
While I passed the moor -

Here is another broken thing,
Trying to protect its broken wing.

Every wave that rides the ocean
Crashes a bit further from me.
Why is it hard
To be swept away?
Wading into a receding tide,
One after the other,
Washing away a piece of me
Yet leaving me behind.
I wade in,
Walking then drowning,
Chasing waves and throwing sands.