I opened my eyes to find the sun streaming in, The calm of the morn, broken by the song of a bird. I jumped up and watched her, fascinated, The note, all but a sad melancholy. Her breast displayed vivid patches Of the seven-colored bridge, Joining the heavens and this wonderful land, Where one Read more…
Once after dusk, Below the pleasing, purple sky, Was a waving banyan tree with its warm branches, Fondling the soft stream. In the midst of this beauty, One could hear a tune in the air, The birds stopped singing, And the cows stopped grazing, The women carrying the pots, And the weary farmers after Read more…
I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…
In the night A look at the sky Reveals the lights Of stars shining high, The clouds so gloomy Against a moon so bright Under a tree A traveler sleeps While a curious owl Stares unblinking
I brought the moon back to the dark night Found the wolf lurking in the shadow of the light He howled at me, telling me how incredible I was Making me understand why I was upon the land
He didn’t quite fit in with the rest He tried once or twice but failed miserably Bullied and tormented, he went deeper into his shell He needed support and care, his mom could tell His mother used to tell him that he was special That she loved him and cared for him The little Read more…
I was wandering on the edges of reality Where it morphed into my imagination So much so that I couldn’t tell them apart It all blended into one patchwork of art Lonely, and feeling deserted, I went on with my life Picking up the pieces of what was left of me That was when Read more…
The sun came up as always bright and shining The sleepyheads got up grumbling and yawning “Why do you have to come up? Why don’t you just lurk?” Complained the grown-ups who had to rush to work “Why won’t you hide behind the clouds, you fool?” Shouted the kids who didn’t want to go Read more…
White powdery flakes drift through the air Aimlessly wandering like a lost soul They go where the wind takes them As if on an evening stroll From the warmth of his covers With beady little eyes, he watched it float Beautiful n mesmerizing was their creation O’ how the heavens must gloat Getting Read more…
