On my way

It is not like my sorrow has ended.

The room did not alter
when he came in. Not anymore.
Words loosened,
gone are the invented
phrases.

the islands are silent now.
Sea at rest and
wind is unimposing.
My love is of no use
for him who never was.

not his fault.
My endless journey has
started before him.

Along the way,
he walks back to
his true self.

after the drought

...and the earth
embraces the first rain
that unlocks the sweet and sour
smell of sod's spore

a steady driblet
synced with pain
of growing spirit.

eyes bursting in fury
as tracks unfold...

(the unholy residues folded in dreams
are roadblocks to freedom)

in the midst,
the rain lingers...
and the earth is left
in its own volition

.

folded hearts

blighting gust
bellowing.
gnawed a bone,
resolved with
a closed window.

distressed with solitude
yet, taking pleasure in
the weathering

the muteness
of walled-spirit
feigns peace,
quietude sans love
is death...

.

Falling

...of the clearing
of the trees,
a leaf sustain
the load of sorrow

silent and penetrating,
he who holds the glass
that bends the sunlight
somewhere...
multifaceted.
turning away
from my direction

the growing hours
of the silent autumn wind
carries the incandescent hues
impressed on a leaf.
a memory. falling.

specter

Nothingness
filled the air-
no rippling of water
where the shadows fall.

As darkness grows
narrowing
the prairie,
sounds descend
to the crevices
of the earth-
A growing silence

All-knowing earthlings
deny the intricacy
of the spirits,
A deep spring
exceeding death

Slowly the waning moon
merges with
the early sun


Sufferers levitate
from the deep
forgetting dreams.

My sleep is shallow.
Father has risen
but to die again
on the cross

tears penetrating
the transitory
darkness...

still coming

Destiny

With fairy dust
of altered belief
I sprinkled some
powdery sugar

on a worn-out bee
trapped on my side
of the screened-window.


whose spirit is entwined
with your destiny?

My flesh quivers...
Drawn towards the edge
of absolute certainty


In the subterranean depth,
the buzzing sound
grows dimmer.
Death! wielding
over life

A transient passage
into a place
where silence
is gone...

The Ebb

( english translation of the poem "Hunas" by Genica Mijarez)

you can't hear
the silent muttering
of the sea everytime
it curls up to
the edge of the land.

from afar, a fisherman's
lamp is a flickering speck
sporadically concealed
by darkness
as the waves whisper,
a dream sails
with the monsoon wind.

it will take a long stride
through the shoals
to reach a distant sea...

only, in the twilight
a boat lugs
a fitful bounty
impassioned with
the salty water's
biting and tender embrace

Just A Thought

last night...
I thought we flew
through a storm
and had been swallowed

I watched both of us
spinning in
between dreams.
Athrill with unborn joy,
entranced with
unfelt-touch

I compared
your hazy face
with the picture
on my window...

Should we fly
to the periphery
of this world
and be racked with
self-reproach?

I'm grappling
with words
swindled with
sighs and ardor

I wanted more.

But a thought
is just a thought.

Far Off

...surprisingly
it was sunny when
he said goodbye,
I expected rain.
For him, no strings.

his gazed altered,
for her still...
He let go of me

from up high,
the islands
are fading
the passing warmth
of an unsettling
sunset was as bright
as a gaping wound

many years had passed.
being dead. But
coming still...

relocating feelings
never.

gone

intoxicating thoughts

The veils of clouds
gave me
this liberty
of gazing,
without stinting
At mid-noon sky
daringly,
into the strangeness
Of the sun's
incalculable ray
in anytime...
will be darting into
my confusion

That will make
me forget my
name...

Utterly Unuttered

...finally alone
plunged
on the loveset
at Starbucks.
The conversation
at the next table
drowned out
Paul Simon's
"American tune"

I wish
I've brought
a book...
somehow,
I've managed
to tune out,
the transparency
of tones

...easy for them
but not for us
strangled
with words
unuttered
freeing us
from guilt
however...

what we desire kept us in prison

A Quest

we are lovers
Of words
shaping nature
into our names

With wings
to soar
the sky's
farthest corner;
descend the deepest sea,
perceive the beauty
of darkness

And the night sky
may light up
and burn our wings

But we've tried...
unidled and unbored

we have witnessed
the true color
of the rainbow

An Intruder

A loon,
glides to and fro
disturbs
the steady
rippling,
sinking its own
shadow.
Lost in
the deep.
Through dark
Water,
fearing death
where rocks
are hostile
Souls,
untouched by
light.

A haiku, "drizzle of the rain"

Communing with a god

Through an ant's view
an unhindered eye of a needle;
words are breathing
An ongoing flow,
yet I am in trance

But your glazed-over eyes
are oblivious of the wind
Your words are sharp,
scathing my senses.
If only in silence you can see
the dream that drifts...

Puffed up podiums
are like balloons when pricked
Together with the dust;
we are minuscules consumed
by the hollow of the earth.

Strands of words
are but tools spiralling
in zigzag course; trapped
in pride.
may the wind take us,
let the time dissolve
in between.Without an image
we'll blend...