We speak like rattling rain And fumble through inhibitions Before we reach each other. I dip each word, in the inky darkness of my mind and hang it over the moon. And he, He glorifies the crescent Day after day after day. We aren’t meant for each other We don’t intend to be. Rather We exchange random pieces of mind The puzzle latches perfectly. And then we dance In our heads, together Surrender to the whirling Of this dervish, the universe He knows, and I know This is what there is He knows and I know This is all that there will ever be.
Someday, we shall meet over the moon And read to each other Every poem of the past
Someday, When the moon looks brighter Know, that we took our poems back.
When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER
Silence fills this room; I can feel the rhythm of my heart Chanting drums celebrating God’s work of art. Calmness surrounds me, no words can describe My worries have vanished, only hope resides. Before this very moment, there has been