my roundabout philosophy…

all the love recreating under your skinis not that very oldall the kids you have raised upare not your very ownall the apples in your gardenare not all in paradise grownas you can watch, they are all reflecting honestynobility, egality, equality, quality and keep the standards high?But why are they not all goldand not that…

Liefde heeft ogeneen gezicht, hart en vermogenom te voelen en te rakenje diepste binnenste….Toegankelijk, niet voor iedereenzoals jij is er maar éénik kwam, ik zag niets doch ik overwonmijn angst fobiegeestelijk onvermogenego mijn persoon alles wat ik doe is immerweloverwogenik kijk in de spiegel daar ben ik nietkan je me vertellen waar ik bendat ik…

Let’s say:just want to write the synonyms,not the meanings,it’s a whimston the night’s grimst…

is dark moss greenmy favourite ardour,walking between all the greenI have also seen a skylark,in the Taksin Maharat Parkis this my song for this morning?I still must learn to sing, darlingBut remember one thing, my darlingThis morning, this morning, this very morningI ´ve made friends with the Giant of ThaiI happened to meet him up…

falls further awayin myriad of hindrances.January is not yet monsoon, my loved,the warm winds play in theirforgotten language nearest to the Queen’s necklaceyet at bay in MumbaiOn the west side,other winds areheavingBollywood grieving,along with the heaviest traffic jamwith speech accidentsonce clad in shades of peace, green, pink and blueI picked a taxi kept the shades…

for my poem as Titled:‘UNDER THE CHERRY TREE’today, seven years after date,to be exactlyi don’t exaggerate:5 December 2011your amazing responses were,no blurr, never they were!They were hereall crystal clear,beautiful and precious,loveliest, worthiest and senseous,you wrote on the 5th December 2018,exactly seven years after,a poem without readers….?you were the only one, the most precious one!This reaction…