Glass Vol1
Almost like there's this undeniable shatterproof glass between me and the world, a force blocking sound, so my voice falls on the echo of silence, i love you, i see you, can you hear me…trying to connect but the signal is blurred, trying to reach out but with no prevail , so do i keep trying or sit on the bench of despair, hoping, for the things not heard not seen, hope for meaning guidance and truth….to be continued
Life is in simple things
Have you ever heard the pitter patter of feet
Of children playing in the street
Heard the rumbling of thunder in the night
Enough to give you a fright
Stopped to smell the roses in the garden
With guilt, almost asking them for a pardon
Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings
Have you ever caught raindrops on your tongue
When spring has sprung
Did you ever watch the sunrise
When birds in flight arise
Have you ever felt blades of grass under your feet
It’s pretty neat
Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings
Have you ever smelt rain after a hot day
Although you’d wish for the sun to stay
Touched a caterpillar on a leaf
A butterfly is what he will become, what a relief
Have you ever walked along the beach
With waves as angry and almost with a lesson to teach
Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings
Live it
Life is a River
It spurts and moves
Like a river
Cuts all through the rocky time
Around the unending valley of struggle.
On it’s shoulder it carries
Boulders of responsibility,
And cares to put steps
On the rugged terrace.
Every moment the mission of life runs ahead
Along the meandering trend of time
And through the mystery of dark and light,
The journey of life rests in silence
On the deltaic sheet of ocean of awareness
And the muse of life will keep on murmuring
Through ceaseless time
If the purpose of life is devoted to others.
Life Circus
The orphan
Does every thing
That his master says.
In opera ground
He walks on fire
Places his head on pointed sword.
Rolls over the broken glass
Under the red hot sun and
Stitches his tender tongue
For a couple of coin.
One day
Suddenly he discovers
He is no more different
From the monkeys that his master keeps.
He loosens the chains
Tied around the neck
And urges them to be free.
Unmoved they all remained
In spite of manly look.
After all they are born wild.
In the midnight silence
He marches away
In search of a new ray of light.
His life circus slides
A new screen
For him
On the stage of his LIBERATION JOURNEY.
November 7
November 7
Angels parade our streets as if it were a familiar sight,
The sun shines majestically above, careful not to burn.
Children dance away to unheard melodies
As the world makes another unexpected turn.
Grace is granted on yet another death bed;
History is made as the gods bring forth new life.
Hope is restored for yet another soul, trapped in confusion.
Time is given to those fighting to survive.
Who knew that the pains of the heart would soon be numbed;
Or that fear would give rise to new strength.
Whispers of faith sound in the ears of the weary
As the road to freedom suddenly measures a more comfortable length.
A day often forgotten and seldom recognized
Has seen the evolution of an earth to a heaven.
In the blink of an eye we witness a revolution,
As we fly away to another dimension on November 7.
the first time, the last time
Will Mr X please come on stage, announces the MC
Silence!
Will Mr X please take come on stage, he repeats, slightly irritated
He slowly makes his way onto the stage
Over 200 curious and penetrative eyes are on him
What will he say?
They seem to be asking, he's a nerd
The judge tells him he has to speak about love
Love? he asks surprised!
He's never had a girlefriend
What does he know about love, someone in the audience whispers loudly
He clears his throat and…
Love… Love hurts
He says and leaves the stage
Ear piercing applause follows him
Naissance
I yearn for you, my child, my deepest desire.
My belly lays empty waiting for you to come.
See: My perfect nest to keep you close to me
My breasts tender and nipples perked to nourish you.
I stare in wonder, with anticipation
At my naked reflection…Will you one day be here too?
Coddled in your mummy’s nest, bound to me as you grow
From a twinkle in my eye, to the valley that is my soul.
I wait with bated breath to see the colour of your eyes
The shape of your nose & the quirkiness of your smile
Will you have your mum’s dimples or her kinky mane?
Will you have your dad’s dishiness or his impossibleness?
And what will I name you, oh perfect conception?
My gorgeous creation, needless to say!
I will name your after tenderness, after greatness
After lovingness and after fortitude.
Bring on the distressing months of swollen ankles
Queezy mornings, aching evenings & bizarre cravings
Bring on the widening hips, swollen lips & stretching tum
Come & rest in my womb & bless me with your spirit.
Naissance
I yearn for you, my child, my deepest desire.
My belly lays empty waiting for you to come.
See: My perfect nest to keep you close to me
My breasts tender and nipples perked to nourish you.
I stare in wonder, with anticipation
At my naked reflection…Will you one day be here too?
Coddled in your mummy’s nest, bound to me as you grow
From a twinkle in my eye, to the valley that is my soul.
I wait with bated breath to see the colour of your eyes
The shape of your nose & the quirkiness of your smile
Will you have your mum’s dimples or her kinky mane?
Will you have your dad’s dishiness or his impossibleness?
And what will I name you, oh perfect conception?
My gorgeous creation, needless to say!
I will name your after tenderness, after greatness
After lovingness and after fortitude.
Bring on the distressing months of swollen ankles
Queezy mornings, aching evenings & bizarre cravings
Bring on the widening hips, swollen lips & stretching tum
Come & rest in my womb & bless me with your spirit.