Eco-Warrior

When you sing a song,
The trees behind me rustle.
They sing with you in raptures,
In union with the wind.

Enchanting forests, ever-green glades of spring
Mountains of hope,distant earl-grey,
Tinkling bells, Eco-warrior yells,
Ring true to my heart, in all my years spent.

Distant mews,of the song bird calling,
Caramel scents of wild flowers blooming,
I listen, and listen, I have no qualms,
Your sweet voice,is all I'll ever want.

Gentle pauses,your breath silent,
Wisps of soft dew,
Whisper your name;in abundance,
Your music drowns my heart, even in blue shallow waters.

Types

Phenotype,Genotype,
Archetype,
This type,that type
all they do is,
place us in these types.

They never allow us to be free,
To wander and roam,
but stick to our roles,
The types they have set for us,
in their hollow states of mind.

Illusory being, false ideals,
they never let us be.
We want to be free,
To climb the neighbors tree.

Entwining Our Spirits

Your spirit and mine,
Come together,
like vines wrapping-
themselves around
a twig,one over the other.
Twisting and turning,
You and I
Our sweat glistening,
In the distant moonlight.
We,together,our arms held in a vice.
Our hearts for each other,
It'll all be all right,
Because we'll journey through
Sansara, with one another,
In harmony with the breeze,not a shudder.

Enava, Yanawa

There are people just coming and going
Just people,mere entities,
No names,only faces,
And yet they come and go.

Some are smiling at others,
Some at themselves,
you might think different,
but they are people.

People come,
From front door,from side door.
Nicotine stained lips,lipstick brown,
Still they just come and go.

Cosmopolitan coffee, tea at a price,
Brownies, and Chicken curry.
People come, people go,
They eat,drink and go.

They go, where? I don't know!
Go together, go alone,go split in half,
They still go, parting ways,saying good-bye's,
Where they go, no one knows.

I watch them.
Soldiers, monkeys and junkies,
They still come and go,
Like there's no tomorrow.

Passports to Heaven?

Transient phases
of stepping down into known lands
Weary souls,dreary eyes,
I watch them in transit.

Purple passports to heaven, white tickets,
They allow and deny you,
Transience in meditation or quick motion,
They only stall and stamp you.

An Ode to Sleep.

Monsoon Swells,
Buttery and grey.
Fictitious rains,
Go away with our grain.
Rain birds sing,
Trees wave to them,
'Hello', they beckon,
In greeting, I reckon.
Chilblains,my bones creak,
My teeth chatter in Greek,

The blanket only tells me,
To hug my self and sleep.

Just a Thought.

Friends, lovers
solitary tremors
echoing in my heart.
Late night cacophonies,
from all those phonies,
deter me from it all.

Sometimes...

Sometimes you meet somebody
who smiles at you and says 'hello'
even if you don't know her.

At other times you reminisce,
the smile of that person
who didn't know you
but over time,she began to smile more.

Those moments you remember,
stay close to your heart,
wrapped in tight cellophane,
your name written on it all.


Dedicated to someone who lives across the ocean, in a different country which was once connected by a bridge.

When the Muse took Over

Snapshots of life,
sift past me.
Oceans of love,
they surge through me.

Colours of happiness;
bright red and yellow.
My eyes flutter gently,
More than they've ever done before.

Mellow whispers,sly, in the air.
The breeze is my mother,
and the sun is my care.
In rainbow spring, there is no despair.

Finally in dark winter,
Only white snow, about I care.
The hazy flakes of rain and snow,
Soften me, in my mindful lair.