Saturday, October 29, 2011

I found where heaven is.....

i carved my name on the tree bark
and expressed my love for the tree
but, the wind and rain couldn't bear that
they whipped the tree to its death.
i placed my word on the sandy beach
and expressed my love for her too
but the ocean came roaring
it wiped off my words on the golden beach.

jealousy, I suppose.

thus done,

I let my love swim across the ocean
and, I said, "I love you dear sea"
but, in its clumsy response
the sea grabbed my love with tidal wave
and all is gone.
I blew my love into the wind
and I said, "i love you dear wind"
but, the rain came pouring
my love drenched and was buried under the weight.
I sprayed my love for the rain
and I said, "I love you dear rain",
but, the sun got jealous and
my love evaporated without a trail.
thus done
I offered my love to the sun
and, I said, "I love you my dear sun"
but, the sun in its burning romance
accidentally burnt my love
and, unto ashes my love is gone.

I fed my love to that homeless man

and, I said, "I love you man"
with tears in his eyes
he embraced me tight
and he said, "thank you, sir".

I looked around

the wind begins to whisper louder
the trees begin to dance gaily
the sun begins to mellow its shine
the ocean reflects the streaks of golden rays
the rain begins to sprinkle its shower

and now i know where heaven lies

in the poor man's smile.

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Deadly shadow

The shadow of death
Is as real as death
One endows the experience
While the other never.

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Agog with awe
Many lost their souls,
A brilliant attempt
By the One for many
So the heaven shall remain
A place apart,


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Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Conspicuous images
Flickering beyond my mind
Of yesteryear's shadows.
The emotion reels
A complete abstract.
As I walk with my shadow
The sun becomes jealous
And it hid behind the hills.
Twirls of life
Has taken me far and wide
Unto the hell and heaven,
Yet I find no place
To perch awhile.

Solitude still slips away
And I am here with a broken wing.

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Saturday, October 08, 2011

Life speaking loudly....

the dance of trees
is the voice of the wind
for the gesture breezily spoken
reverberates music of life each second.
the light which fills my eyes
is the love of the sun
for the gesture warmly spread
propels life into unceasing action.

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The promise

That day wilt not
Where the divine touch ceases not,
Even a single shadow basks
With seraphic smile,

An assurance immeasurable
A promise eternal,
Seasons may change
But seasons remain.

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