of the banyan tree with many roots
is floating like the clouds and
when it rains the pitter-patter of raindrops
softly touches the nest
and slowly sucks the moisture
and the monkey swings
across the river holding
banyan tree’s long roots
the loud giggle makes the forest lively
and I enjoy watching the tears of the sky
dancing on my window panes.
clouds moving across
Those doors are special where air asks for permission,Where no one can go, how did you enter there.And for whom the lights awaits for illuminationHow the darkness did sent you there?And who is self-sufficient and have abundant resources ‘MAN’How did HE send you empty handed.
to check the safety,pick some cotton and plasticthe nest under construction
autumn ~ wise and old
You were never mine, nor to be or will beYou are part of me like a soul in my bodyYou are always playing with my sentimentsLike throwing a pigeon in the airAnd you performed those rituals as ifYou are trying to extinguish the burning grazersYou stayed with me during our intimacy.Like the arrival and departure…
had lots of fun and ate sweet pastriesprobably never thought to make history.In our youth-nesswe wander everywhere ruthlessthinking that life has blessed us with powerto take control over everything to set us freeNow when we sit back and take accountof our life that how we spent on energy and timeEverything that has gone will never…
