Sometimes especially when it is raining
the steps of time become too wide
and cobblestones of moments drown
in the transparent vibrant tide.

Worn down walls are falling on my shoulders
and crumbling sky sends narrow smile of light
indifferently flat and white.

Sometimes it's raining but I always know
there is a door in darkened corner.

Baby's got a brand new drug
and so I am OUT
as her drug of choice.

Baby's got a brand new drug
to feed her addiction
to give her attention
and I am
burnt up
used up
blown up
torn up
beat up
messed up
shot up
tied up
in KNOTS.

And I realized I don't have to be any of those things.

Baby's got a brand new drug
'cause this drug ain't getting smoked no more,
because this drug isn't turning to Ash for the hundredth time.

Where is the need
to pray
nude
lying on the sand
endeavoring to cover
secretly

Where is the need
to meditate
cross legged
one can meditate
even when walking

Love resides
in hearts
the Sun has given one
the energy to contain
as long as one lives
there is no need
to show
artificiality
all are of same kind of
humans

as you just pray
let all come and bow
they may

Nice and cool
Rain fall cools us all
Heat of day
No longer burns

Large puff clouds
Align blue skies
Dense rain clouds
Scattered showers

Sunset in the West
Rainbow in the east
Steady rain fall
Soaked Mother Earth

Blue skies again
Dusk falls on us all
Daylight time changed
Nighttime by eight instead of nine.

If you can't
fetch the stars
in your palm,
mimic the way
they cradle
the milky way
at night.

Emit light
in the darkest
times,

guide with
geniality
the lost souls,
and yet keep your
Identity
and pride.

Her hair shone golden like the sun Her clothes of threads finely spun When she spoke her voice was soft Like music to the ears When she walked she walked with grace That suited one so fair of face She won the hearts of all she knew Their darling Princess Petra

(Life) is in parenthesis
birth on one side,
mystery on the other
in between
what we make of it..
............................................................................

the sound of my
anxious thoughts
like an anchor
pulled up over the gunwale

compete with
the sounds of
nature

the waves
gently
lapping the side
of my boat

one is as heavy
and severe
as a stone
dropped in dark water

descending towards
a silty bottom

the other as buoyant
as a bubble

ascending towards
the light

A General of poetry,
but wasn't tall enough
as the Eucalyptus the Cyprus
nor the loaded Oak
but was like
a Weeping Willow

I could have been the lone Idol
standing upon the hill
like the Statue of Liberty
but was just a small bush
like the melee
any human could push

I could have been that poetic star
of Neo
tall as tall could be
but was like a
last spark of coal
just extinguished
so how could one be

A nightingale was once detected flying high
by a crawling worm, who complained with a sigh:
'Why couldn't I wing' she moaned: 'Oh! Why couldn't I?'
'Be content", said a wise ant, "don't aim to fly'
'Why would you soar up, to be shot, to die?'

'When earth's a safer haven for you and me, don't aim for the sky'
'It's better to hush up and be content than naggingly keep asking, "why, why?'"

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