I will be caught
  in the end
  and chastised
  if I write
  to be recognised
  for in that guise
  a victim I will fall
  to silly pride

a  simple stringer
of words and thoughts
through the tumble
of life
a scribbler
a dabbler
a story-teller
on the insignificant side

let the real bards sing
I'll listen in deference
in humility abide

for a small voice
am I
that truth
I shouldn't deny

My life consists of two parts-

as actor and spectator

I've to juggle in between

they don't come together

You speak to my heart,
In languages I never knew
Fingertips like velvet,
Tracing worlds into my skin
One touch set ablaze,
My weary soul
Oh what a solace,
To spend a lifetime searching for freedom
To find that freedom exists,
Within the confines of the smallest hands
And you… The unsayer of gray
You, speaker of colors and magic
The calm after the storm,
Promising the breath of a new morning
Safety found in a quiet smile,
A gentle squeeze
Eloquently you conduct harmonies,
Across my body
Plucking my every heart string,
A resonance warm and welcome
You speak to my heart,
In languages I never knew

Grey empty cottage

watched by spring-flowers and trees

old couple long gone

I don't ever want to be measured
          others' opinions I've never treasured

The world is held in silence

              as sublime notes fill the air

             such resounding resonance

             only the rarest can compare-



             the heart of love wells in abundance

             such divine music vanquishes every human care

             centuries to come will still keep in remembrance

             where beauty dwells, there's no room for despair

              

Sunday, 3.15 pm, Melb time.  copyright

Love is not my reason
Understand
I don't believe in luck but love
Still love is not my reason
If I can't fall in love
Better still I make love
Create my own story
To tell love.