"I won't let all that
gleam & beauty
go to waste,
I will capture it's glow,
immortalize it with the little
box (camera) and share it
with the world,saying
when you see the twilight's
last gleaming rays dance before
your eyes, the silence is noiseless,
that's me snapping another sun going
down to share with the world......"
Monday, January 20, 2014
to paint the sky blue?
Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom?
Need we teach birds to sing or a child to laugh,
or even lovers to kiss?
No, though we think the world imperfect,
it surrounds us each day with its perfections.
We are asked only to appreciate them,
and to show appreciation by living
in peaceful harmony amidst them.
The Creator does not ask that we
create a perfect world;
He asks that we celebrate it...."
Monday, January 13, 2014
they are friendly and harmless in your youth.
You create multiple designs from the bottom
to the top of those walls & change them at will
as your days go by.
But the day that your creativity leaves you,
is the day you shall fear the walls.
They become your enemies,
but you will locate and use strengths
beyond your knowledge and fight the lifeless walls
until the pale moonlight or the harsh
sunlight will let your out of those
oppressing walls guiding you to a better
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
No maze is huge enough to contain my
A frosted pane shields my eyes view
of an artic world.
To no avail, I try to pierce the design made
by a polar cold snap.
No warm breath from my mouth or
the heat of my hands can break the
engineering work done by nature
around me, maybe tomorrow I will try
again to break the spell of this artic freezing
cold and fierce hauling winds reminding
me that I'm old and frail not able to
support the wining of this generation of
wrecking mother nature best show......
Monday, January 6, 2014
or so the world says.
With my white hair and
wrinkled face people owe me
I breath and cheat
like no tomorrow.
I'm good at disguising
my feelings, but
its short lived, someone
always ask me why.
I make unattainable
demands from myself, never
expecting concrete results.
I could walk on and on
but there's no place too
faraway for me to reach.
I look and listen to strange
sounds that reach my brain,
knowing full well they do not
belong in my vocabulary.
I refuse & won't look at
those who are less fortunate
than me, for fear of being
one of them in a future life.
That's me running around,
searching and questioning
my life, after 6 almost
7 decades I still can't figure
out this world I proclaim as
Friday, December 6, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
down below all is quiet.
A soft drizzle of rain tries to
wash the ground,
attenuating the rising silent cries.
Crows hide from my walk afraid to
disturb my wandering eyes.
Turning to the right,
turning to the left,
I can't find the player
of the lamenting bugle.
It's there, I can hear it's strident
sound in the quietness
of this land....."