A big curtain
As if on fire
Separates us from them
Real from fantasy
Gods from mortal me

It drapes
And tumbles
Like an elegant ball gown
Though what they wear
Is mostly bare

And I long
To kindly shout
Redirections because I see
How much better
The choreography would be
If entrusted to me

Arrogant
Is what I am
And fearful when the time does come
To take charge of my own art
But separate, I can play the part
Much better than I do
When it's MY show that's about to start

there’s a Light in you
Divine Sight in you
do not forget your
Cosmic Roots

can you recall
all those falls
that led you
to much
higher places?

different faces
don’t mistake
the same
lessons
they come
your way
until the day
you change
your ways

reactions are
a choice we make
but never have you
made “mistakes”
your redirections
pave the way

i won’t be frank
i see the Sun
in all you’ve done
the moon it rises
with you as one

your DNA
is from above
with chromosomes
of endless L O V E

there’s nothing wrong
with what you’ve done—
a miracle, you have become

Work

I woke up in the delightful morning,
With so much aspirations and hopes,
Feeling very happy, but something made me curious,
Work, Work, today again,

Thinking of how today will be at work,
Thinking about the struggles am gonna pass through at work,
Thinking about the queries am gonna hear at work,
But, I feel depressed by the correction am gonna see at work,
Which I will learn from it,

The Boss complains and queries,
The customers complain,
Customers’ redirections,
Work Work,

Suddenly, something came to my mind,
The Fun am gonna see at work which makes me very happy,
The love people will give or show to me,
The moral that I will learn,
The playful play I will see which will entertain me,

Do you love your work?

Travels

Our soul and our bodies are always traveling

Two feet stirring up the gravel

As your mind plots the next stop

As the Judge in you Bangs his Gavel.

Disciplining your self too harshly

Yet not excepting redirections

At times you are a fire

A flame that emits light and within such

Reflections.

The pool to cool the anger boils up

Better cool down before the steam causes your bottled ego to explode.

A rocket to the stars

Out of Control

Your wreckage is a battered soul that starts to implode.