Brimming with the waters of life,
the cloud rained over the little flower-
And the flower wrinkled.
Nourished by the green earth
the flower reached out for the cloud-
And the cloud disappeared.
Love, sometimes, is cruel.
Brimming with the waters of life,
the cloud rained over the little flower-
And the flower wrinkled.
Nourished by the green earth
the flower reached out for the cloud-
And the cloud disappeared.
Love, sometimes, is cruel.
like a shy bride the
poem hides in the darkness-
awed by its own light.
if by the rain she
blooms and sheds dewdrop tears
whom does the bud love?
the river’s passion
makes the ocean a mad lover-
Salty crescendos.
on the river bank
I sought out your footprints, while
uncertainty sought me.
the sky answers not
earth’s plea for rain-unfulfilled,
the plea breaks earth’s will.
* these are not haiku, some of them don’t adhere to the syllable count.
I have no friend, I have no family
the world fails to amaze me;
Your talk is sweet, your words charming;
yet…
Can you not let me be?
I am not a poet, I do not see beauty
I am mundane and in that I thrive,
All I want is a little sunshine and drops
of rain….
Can you not let me be?
I have no need for words, I strew them about
carelessly, like my ideas, the vagabonds;
I know no rhyme, nor reason
Please
Can you not let me be?
My world is alive, it is not imagined
I exist because all nature is
for the simple reason- I am not
dead.
Can you not let me be?
I know no god nor prince
I know no magic, I have no dream
I’ve learned to give myself
hugs
Just to let me be…