For My Self

Reluctant was I to stand ground,
My own self in total disregard,
I may lift weights overhead,
Yet, mine holding me down,
And I may talk to others nonstop,
But will the ‘silence talk’ ever start?
And I may read others’ faces,
Whilst mine buried underground.

So here is to the era of recovery,
To the morning light of my moon,
To the midnight rise of my sun:
An early bird – for a lasting lullaby,
An invention – for an open mic,
A dew – for a refreshing smile,
A postcard – for a self-reflection,
So here is to how I stood my ground.

Heavenly Treasure

Life, the evaporation of Time,
Solidified to share her beauty,
Fog hazing her Eastern curves,
Boiled within my heart’s depths,
Condensing on the morning dew,
Upon flowers, upon a white lily,
Upon her hips, upon her lips,
And I touch, and I breathe, deep,
Closer, warmer, into our naked souls,
And then she evaporates into life,
Redefining the nature’s wilderness,
What was once an earthly being,
She, now, is my heavenly treasure.

Morning Dew

Ladies and gentlemen:
To-day’s morning dew
Ventured out of my flowers
To send fresh smiles
In a colourful bouquet,
And my leaves (in trusting
The natural flows of gusts of love)
Have prayed for Eastern winds –
The warmth of many summers –
To embrace this friendship; bound westward,
Soaring over earthly matter,
And among heavenly matter,
And higher and higher,
Tune in and bemuse,
Muse on the music box,
Tuned in to her flowers,
And enters – the smiles of
To-day’s morning dew.