I shall ever be

I shall ever be

the wanderer.

Through anonymous alleys and lanes,

among unknown forests and planes,

along lonely mountain paths

and forsaken beaches at dark,

like the honey bee

shall I ever seek fresh honey

from ,wonderous,unknown flowers;

and ,I want to tell you all

I am happy.

As happy a man can be,

for,time has long forsaken me

set me free that night perhaps

I had towed

my little jolly boat,

unto the sea of eternity.......

An ode to silence

Sacred mother
of this cosmic womb
Thou art eternal,infinite
profound.
the mightiest thunder
that rocks the land
and the roaring seas
is but a whisper,that arise
only to melt forever in reverence
at your sacred feet.
blessed mother
I bow to thee.

I have seen
all there is to see
soft snowflakes falling silently
upon rooftops and pines,
warm smoke going up the chimneys
from cottages in Wales,
celebrating christmas eve.
I have seen
all there is to see
Violent sandstorms
as I lay
face buried in the sand
at an afternoon in Kalahari.
I have seen
all there is to see
smelled hot croissants,pizzas and creme
at a quiet restaurant
by river Siene
as a blue eyed beauty
dolefuly sang to her beloved
at a table ,very near me.
I have seen,heard and felt
all these and more,really,
without passports,visas,and travelling fees
believe me...
from a quiet corner
in a lonely room
with a wandering mind
and a heart
overwhelmed in joyful ecstacy.

summer smiles

when do you get the sweet taste
of ice syrups and ice creams?
when do you jump right into the pool
and feel, it's a dream?
When do you realize
a simple glass of cool water
can be the greatest benediction ever?
when at all do you get a chance ,
but at powercuts and blackouts,
to see a lovely evening sky ,marvelling
at the mysteries of the cosmos
and wondering in silence
"Who am I...?"

It's all in summer,and
without cursing the heat ,
be happy...
life is incomplete,without it!

a writers journey

A writer's journey

is not from the pen to the publisher,

not from oblivion to the 'Bookers'

but from his surface to his core.

His success rests not on his laurels

but in the wholeness of his fulfillment

of churning out the last drop of honey

from the hive of his heart...

march 31,2010

My first thought

That I have loved

Every bit of dust

on this wonderful earth,

Sunshine was all mine

the wind...

the wind flowed through my veins,

and my heart hath throbbed

with the rhythm of this cosmos.

If theres one thought

that ever survives time

let this be it

let this be it...