allow just for once
to lose myself in
the mysterious world of yours
where thought flows across
valleys ocean rivers
caressing a tender leaf here
kissing a dainty flower there
brushing past a rising tide
cooling weary heal by the river
as i lie entangled in your
binding vine-arms...
19jan2010
02.16hrs
Monday, January 18, 2010
for a blink of respite
i place my weary feet
in your gentle hands
you see, they are tired
always slipping into
your shoes...
19jan2010
12.56hrs
in your gentle hands
you see, they are tired
always slipping into
your shoes...
19jan2010
12.56hrs
when soft lies are whispered into the ears...
the sea, the moonlight
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
you and istanding in the sit-out
with the horizon beckoning
isn’t that a perfect setting
for all lies to transform into
one eternal truth…?
and your gentle whispers
flowed into my ears as
a cascading moonlight...
i bathed in it in nude
15jan201019.37hrs
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
you and istanding in the sit-out
with the horizon beckoning
isn’t that a perfect setting
for all lies to transform into
one eternal truth…?
and your gentle whispers
flowed into my ears as
a cascading moonlight...
i bathed in it in nude
15jan201019.37hrs
Sunday, January 17, 2010
essence of life
in the womb of the seed
is concealed the thought
from the thought springs
nectar of life, eager to
sprinkle itself on the earth
17jan2010 18.40hrs
is concealed the thought
from the thought springs
nectar of life, eager to
sprinkle itself on the earth
17jan2010 18.40hrs
cactus dreams
when i toss in my bed
my own thorns prick me
i dream of a soft bed
every night i retire
when i see my neighbour
in full bloom splashing colors
i look forlorn at my thorns
dreaming of the day i bloom
when tears drip down
my thorny epidermis, i unwittingly
raise my arms to wipe them away
it's then i dream of soft hands
when around me i see
shades offered to the weary
i look at my thorny self in shame
and dream of a rebirth...
15jan2010 21.45hrs
my own thorns prick me
i dream of a soft bed
every night i retire
when i see my neighbour
in full bloom splashing colors
i look forlorn at my thorns
dreaming of the day i bloom
when tears drip down
my thorny epidermis, i unwittingly
raise my arms to wipe them away
it's then i dream of soft hands
when around me i see
shades offered to the weary
i look at my thorny self in shame
and dream of a rebirth...
15jan2010 21.45hrs
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