Roses –
into a bouquet
thorns stay back
thorns stay back
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Birds teach
birds teach
Where pigeons glide and go, peacocks don’t dare,
The former though in ways, a pretty miniature;
If one’s a bit of a postman, for friendship and for peace,
The other’s all for colour, for pride and expertise!
They are so complete, in their own different ways,
A classroom opens wide, with wings in their plays;
If these teachers ever knew, how priceless is their
worth,
Would they start fighting, for their place and their hearth?
Where peacocks dance and run, pigeons don’t dare,
The latter though in ways, a pretty miniature;
If one’s all for colour, for pride and expertise,
The other's a bit of a postman, for friendship and for peace!
04 November 2014
The other's a bit of a postman, for friendship and for peace!
04 November 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
I am an adult
i am an adult
I see a snake in my bed
Who let it in?
Why!
…
I have to now let it go.
How?01 November 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
From the centre to the border
From the centre to the border
From the centre to the border,
From the centre to the border,
That is all
there is, that is all there is
Journey of my
universe into it, against it
Learning, singing a tune,
Ni ni pa pa ra pa pa !
From the centre to the border,
That is all there is, that is all there is
Dialogues of thoughts that paint, sketch, write, scratch
Leaning, clinging onto a tune,
Zu zu ta ta ra pa pa!
From the centre to the border,
There is a quiet that governs,
rules
Never ever, never ever comes face to face,
O what grace, what a grace!
Loves, and only loves in my universe,
That is all there is, that is all there is
Loving, humming
a tune
Pa pa ra pa pa pa pa !31 October 2014
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