I have been scattered, been the dust
shunned by sun, ripped below crust;
collect all pieces, put me in a frame
remake me human, give me a new name.
Don't try to read through my eyes
all you'll find is old goodbyes;
make my home, make me stay
goodbyes are gone, make me say.
When the winds blow in the mountains, they create a music with the river and leaves of deodar, oaks and pines. A man never thinks of poetry, but observes it, feels it. The words do not exist then, only music. The soul of the mountains one cannot capture in pages. I have only tried to write about the music, and a little more from elsewhere. Mountains send the winds to other places too.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Make a Home
Make a face,
with fingers trace;
speak a sound,
hear it around.
Make a smile,
hang it for a while;
speak a thought,
say a lot.
Make a dream,
live in a stream;
speak a night,
with dim light.
Make a home,
a place to roam;
speak a prayer,
and stay here.
with fingers trace;
speak a sound,
hear it around.
Make a smile,
hang it for a while;
speak a thought,
say a lot.
Make a dream,
live in a stream;
speak a night,
with dim light.
Make a home,
a place to roam;
speak a prayer,
and stay here.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
beside the falling star
The star that is sailing by,
can i catch it if i try?
won't there be a reason for tide?
a religion to see or a religion to hide..
the fear of society for they may cry
call me an atheist and make love die;
will the star still care to fly
to be with me in a new sky?
can i catch it if i try?
won't there be a reason for tide?
a religion to see or a religion to hide..
the fear of society for they may cry
call me an atheist and make love die;
will the star still care to fly
to be with me in a new sky?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Mountain Evenings
As the smiles of sun settle down on the river
a wind begins to seduce the trees
mist spreads into the silent mountains
we listen to the sounds of returning bees.
As cold weather tries to bring us together
we wait by the fireplace, staring into coal
some crackles fly with dissolving resistance
we move slowly, consuming the soul.
a wind begins to seduce the trees
mist spreads into the silent mountains
we listen to the sounds of returning bees.
As cold weather tries to bring us together
we wait by the fireplace, staring into coal
some crackles fly with dissolving resistance
we move slowly, consuming the soul.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
If we could
Make waves with our hands
Let our words become rain
Touch the shores of fellow hearts
Fall into the smiles during pain.
Let our words become rain
Touch the shores of fellow hearts
Fall into the smiles during pain.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Trapped
Dreams float in calm waters
Flights of the heart stay grounded
Images of the sun lay scattered
I live in a jar, all surrounded.
Flights of the heart stay grounded
Images of the sun lay scattered
I live in a jar, all surrounded.
Friday, September 4, 2009
The proposal
I've seen you flowing like a river,
very lonely for a very long time.
Reluctant you pass underneath the bridges.
Come into me, I am the cloud
I will carry you into the mountains.
We will melt in the rains.
Dreams of a poet
Magicians of the wind
play with my fingers
I clear up my mind
but a thought lingers.
Light disappears into me
forests of rays lay bare
I glow like halo
an object of stare.
I weave the fabric
and make fireflies
wear it like the king
and flow to the skies.
I run into the stars
and they try to hold me
I turn into the waves
and they unfold me.
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