Thursday, July 26, 2018

Way to go



As long as there’s sunshine
the star rising, setting on sides
as long as there’s blood and air
running into the veins, energizing my organs
I will not succumb to the liar
let the goon come with its guns.

As long as there’s moon in the sky
its light touching my eyes
as long as there’s hope in the heart
healing me, asking to restart
my body will not yield
and abandon the field.

As long as rainbow has its hues
dawn delivers dews
as long as horizons lie on the planes
clouds kiss the mighty mountains
waves emerge from the bed of the seas
my seat will not stop, it’ll continue to beat.

Would never leave the stage
but fight with the Sage
whatever be my age.
I’d live every breath
from nature derive strength
to wrestle with my death.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

In the middle of kindness


In the middle of kindness
don’t know how
I became homeless
what I see now
is suddenly so ruthless.

O mom, your spouse
not my father anymore
O papa, in your house
I see another lady galore.

I don’t believe
how long it is taking me
to accept you have one life to live
as far as I can see
you are so gentle and kind
to regard me still as your child.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Old style


I am a mediocre writer
going round and round
my lines imperfect sing
determined to bring
the sky to the ground
the air to feel a lot lighter.

I am a mediocre writer
talking to the stars
my lines not so deft tell
stories of heaven, not hell
in the middle of worrying wars
that made the stage so somber.

I am a mediocre writer
floating light and sound
yet the lines do not catch
the eyes of the unmatched
a bard judged old, unbound
with improper sense of humor.

I am a mediocre writer
going round and round
I still whistle and whisper
about peace our true nature
my thoughts will heal, not hound
the hearts of my readers.

Made for each other


Days and nights
so separate
yet desperately together;
Clouds and waves
so separate
yet are in it together.

Success and failure
winning and losing
so visibly different
yet are knit together;
Life and death
so separate
yet desperately together.

Journey and destination
different
but made for each other.

Saturday, July 21, 2018

fine

i am not fine
i am fine with it


je ne me sens pas bien
je me sens bien avec cela

Friday, July 20, 2018

Body-buddy

Your body your buddy
a true friend
the only throne
you can call your own
what you think and eat
will make the seat
truly a safe haven.

Body, not a burden



Lift your spirit
Up in the air
through your body,
hey there
For you, it’s always ready
it's a gift
a golden garden,
a starry heaven
not a burden.

Body-treasure



Your body
greatest wealth
priceless treasure
love is the strength
that heals your health
beyond measure
while jealousy and anger
weaken it slow and steady.

healing

my body
not a garbage
but
a garden

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

elusive

just a while ago
I thought
I let old memories go
but they've again conquered
my space, my body, my ego
overcast the presence
of my elusive consciousness