Snow falls, drifting, slowly
piling on hills and meadows
chilly wind , really cold,
but I am in eternal spring
held in your *****
heavenly warmth
a touch of spring
while snow flakes,
peeping from outside
pile on window panes.

I cried all day, today
no particular reason
and yet so many things
overwhelming life
to the extent
when I stop trying to figure
why I cry,
I just cry
at the futility of life
and  in irony
call my tears
nonsense tears.

God gave tears for a cause
and so perhaps
its best I shed them
with the pain
that also came
for a cause,
that is to make me cry,
I will cry more
and more
to shed my
nonsense tears.

Crashing waves, rolling water
take my heart
carry it down
deep under the sea,
allow it to be lost
in that unknown world
flora and fauna of another kind
life big and small
and then roll
and carry me on.

Take my heart
oh ocean
let it be carried high
with water drops
that rise with evaporation
and form into raindrops
and rides on the milky way,
to the moon and back
to fall back on earth
like tears of my pain.

There is fire
inside this chest
the heart is burning.
oh sea, of ocean
take my heart
give it some respite
in your endless dreams.

There, somewhere it all hung
soul and heart bursting
to come right out
and say it all
of how I felt.

Yet, it remained unsaid,
and they hurt really bad,
as I watched you walk away
words remained sealed,
with tears gushing down
I whispered to the wind
" I love you..."
and kept hoping, praying
perhaps you will hear
and turn
I wait and wait,
three words,
only three words
still not said.

When the world sleeps
deep at night,
I hear the train passing by.

Rickety rick, rickety rick
captures my heart
and I get lost
to distant lands,
the soul wanders
with night travelers
moving in the dark.

There is definite welcome
in the train whistle
breaking stillness of night
to wake me up
and take my heart
to the unknown.

My heart and soul gone
the body lies on bed,
then sleep settles in
and the train takes form
in my wild, wild dreams.
©

I yield to death
not to acknowledge defeat
nor the end,
but for the naked truth
that I love life
in all aspects,
and death happens to be
just one part of life,
an inevitable happening
and so I am in peace
waiting for life to bring
death when it wants.

I love life too much
to let it down.

I don't like this station of life
nor do I desire the one that awaits.
Somewhere in between
lies a place in a void,
assuring me perfect choices,
forces allure  every way
up, down, right and left,
yet when I want to go,
that faceless space
in dreams says yes
and in reality says no.

The heart cries
the body cannot go.