Friday, June 26, 2015

The Blu Bird

I feel like a bird ..... but like the one who's lost her direction, lost the wind, is in the middle of an ocean .... trying to paddle the way to nowhere...

When she tries moving forward in one direction the wind drifts her in another...

She feels the struggle and then lets go of it again ..

She even tries to drown but water bounces her back up every time..

So she lies on her back and floats gazing at the sky ...

Water splashes all over her face , it's the vulture's claws she escaped !

Friday, June 4, 2010

and i was thinking not to think about you.......

Where Is The Dawn?

It's early morning,
The leaves are drunk?
The wind is drooling without warning,
The somber tree today is carelessly swaying it's trunk?
All the grass seems to droop,
The birds and the bees, the skies and the seas,
Nothing seems to be in loop?
All that surrounds means to tease.

I open my sore red eyes hoping to hope,
After I've had enough, to see the wake of dawn.
And all I see is everything is nothing but a dope?
And so now I'm lost cause all this comes without a warn.

So I see it's not just me today who is lousy,
Even the dawn is Drowsy.
The sun doesn't want to shine,
So early, the leaves are not ready to leave the vine.

The sky wants to be hazy,
Trust be the winds have never been so lazy.
The grass wants it's dew,
And so do I want my Due.

The soul's search for the unknown goes on, for at the end of it, it's only nothingness to stare.
Yes, it all seems unfair!

I Found Peace?

The green moss on the old Church walls,
Oh! those huge holy halls;
Make me numb, my eyes still,
Standing at that very mountain hill.
The deep echos of the silent saints,
And the pristine beauty of the natural paints;
Blend so well when I hear the church bell.
My eyes look up to see a small bird's dwell.

And then they blink, for me to witness the merger of tears with the pearls of dew,
That takes me to a world which is oh so completely new.
It gives me this feeling of serenity of which I'm so sure,
The peace and calm that endows on me is so pure.
If I could live this moment forever,
Capture it in my heart and part from it never.

Wait, that is the falcon's high lurch,
Oh! my little dweller's trembling perch.
It all is but an insatiable, endless search!