Silence is the loudness
The raging beat that amplifies my soul
Bringing me to my knees
In prayer
In solitude
The bells ring
In the nearby chapels
As angels raise me to my feet
Leading me indoors,
I am
Suddenly loud
07 June 2011
Looking Glass
Rain falls as I sit near my window
With a looming cloudy day, I see no beginning
To this tainted state I am in
Just fear and loneliness
In the distance, I am watched
By a thousand eyes
I am lost
In a world of no meaning
No joy
No hope
I struggle to find solace
Here, within these barren walls
Beacon
With a quiver amongst the leaves
A baby bird prepares for flight
Not knowing where it will end up
He starts to fly
Over mountains and among oceans
This baby bird finds its wings
Playfully circling around the clouds, it doesn’t meddle with the sun
Like wax, the bird’s wings are delicate
Not wanting its life to end early, the bird flies
With one fell swoop, the bird lands
Across the glossy silvery surface of water, it catches fish
Its feet latched firmly onto the fish,
It flies to a nearby branch to feast.
With this routine of food and rest set, the bird journeys far
Until it lands on top of a lighthouse,
A beacon for wanderers and travelers alike,
As it rests and waits.
Berkshire Hills
The Rolling Hills
Of paradise
Is where I live
The sounds of birds,
That could be black, red, orange, yellow, and blue
Warms my spirit as they feed on our bird feeder
Trees that now have green leaves in the summer
Have orange, yellow, and green leaves in the fall
Having no leaves in winter,
The burst of green leaves again rejuvenates our souls in the spring
The air,
Vast and always smelling fresh
Hydrates this green land,
The birds, the grass, and the trees
Shaping the place I call home
Holiday
I journey
To the Center of the Earth,
There,
I find the crystal blue waters
Of Man…
Brushing against the emerald green shore
The sensuous feeling
Captures my soul as
Above, the seagulls call
My Name, my existence
I Journey
To the Center of the Earth
06 June 2011
Strength from Hope
Dedicated to those we know with cancer, may all of our loved ones find peace.
Life
Once filled
With hope
With dreams.
Memories once at a door,
Now in the wind
Traveling among
Hills, over mountains.
Lives
Outside of hospital doors
Outside of laboratories
Waiting to hear of that illness
That takes millions, waiting
Whether to smile or frown
Waiting to celebrate another birthday
That we are invited to
Strength sees to it
That no one loses
That there’s a purpose
To everything, no one is left out
Without a chance, without a battle
23 July 2010
Sunshine
The earth is alive
With music, with life
The world is painted anew
From the stinging effects of terrorism
We combated, with cradling more terrorism
The hatred between brethren
Has now been to construct a barrier between US and Mexico
The difference between right and wrong
Is, having a gun permit, but having that same gun within a child’s reach
The world is watching, as the market economy plunges to the bottom
As the money, either being spent or being saved to be spent, is being spent by the lobbyists
I shudder at society
Not knowing whether future generations will be safe
The moon shines over the land, making it morning
With a crack of red, the sun paints the sky anew
08 January 2009
The Exorcist
Sounds of Silence
Ring in the New Year
Ring away the heartache
Ring away the strife
There is a hole in the wall, with blood signaling the fist that made it.
Interpreting Humanity Through Haikus!
The Opening hand
Feels the warmth of the sun’s rays
Oh, to taste freedom!
Happiness is within
Obtaining a blissful moment
Hark, a Festival comes!
Sleep strains someone’s soul
Luring through its lullabies
Good Night and Good Luck!
An illusion of love
Comes from a simple dreaming state
I paint with Dawn’s Colors!
Eden’s Garden
Life is an apple
With its outer red exterior, it stirs
A triumph, a sorrow
Wriggles around, within this red…
A worm lives!
The apple’s core is inside this red fruit
Holding the seeds for future apples,
The seeds are secure, for their future growth and development.
Now tunneling out of the apple, the worm has now left a nice circular hole,
The seeds succumbing to the great wind,
As man is great
As man is evil
Faerie Dust
A finger is over my mouth,
Two palms are over my eyes!
I skip on over to the happy forest
Babbling with green, the sunlight plays upon the glossy green of a leaf
The colors of the earth alive,
I am suddenly caught in the arms of my playmate
Picking me up and twirling me around
I am enveloped into this moment
A jovial bliss, I am finally on the ground
And suddenly, I cannot talk
I cannot see
I ask what is going on.
The queen approaches, her light footsteps felt by all
A shimmer of light transcends these palms over my eyes
Of gold, of silver, I am suddenly surrounded
Not by one, but by many
Finally able to open my eyes, I find the forest transformed
Into light, into happiness
Flowers spring up, birds sing, trees dance
As my playmate is a faerie
As his mother, the queen of all faeries embraces me
Making me a faerie princess,
I find that dreams
Do come true!
10 September 2008
Sensual
A burning passion
Shapes my spirit
Setting my throat on fire,
I feel liquid contour and bend from within me
Forming an outline to my heart,
The place where my life is sustained
I feel the earth shake around me
Trembling, I touch your face
06 September 2008
Silent Minds Give Way to Loud Hearts
You are silent
With those wide set eyes, you move me
How did it happen,
That my heart is loud, but my mind is silent
Your legs move, you run past me
And yet it turns out that in reality you are only walking
How did the silence of the atmosphere around us turn SO silent all of a sudden?
As if we are trapped in a moment that can never leave us,
Where is the loudness that consumes an ordinary day?
Traffic moving and people hastily crossing the streets…
The Babbling of languages in giving everyday directions…
The news that comes on CNN…
01 September 2008
4 Chambers of the Mind
Thump…Thump
The heart beats
Memories echo
Within the walls of the room
They seem,
To utter a single most theme
A silence, An insanity
25 August 2008
The Smiling Box
She touched the small box in her pocket and smiled. It was what she wanted for a long time, as she always made a point of passing the "Nature and Outdoor recreation" store, thoughts of this fluttering in her playroom always consumed her mind. Spring time, a time for remembering one's own longing and a loved one's sacrifice, was the holiday in which she finally received the Box of Wonder. She untied the pastoral green and pink ribbon box, and seeing this Gift of God inside this square wooden box filled her with delight!
She, a young girl of ten, had to live life to the fullest. Her playroom at home was a small container that had stuffed animals, Barbie Dolls, and counting blocks from her past childhood years. She had a wide range of Barbie Dolls, from a doll who was a lifeguard to a Barbie who was a dentist. Dogs and cats were her favorite animals, so she had a wide array of tigers to beagles in her storage bin. Besides her playroom which didn't have a window to let in light, her whole house was dark, for they lived in a metropolis. Each day she was found to be indoors, for she had no other desire to explore the vast city she lived in. The neighboring kids were impossible to befriend, as they threw numerous amounts of eggs at her as she was walking on the sidewalk and even at her window when she was in the car with her parents. She therefore stayed inside all day and either studied her school materials, read for pleasure, or played with her toys. She was at least advanced for her age academically, even reading a novel on her own—an ability that no other child her age could do. The counting blocks, once used to aid her in everyday counting, was now hindering her ability to remain young forever.
Like the beautiful sight of a rainbow that comes after a rainfall, so to did a Ulysses Butterfly fly out from the wooden box and fly into the blue sky one spring morning. Morning was approaching quickly, and somehow this morning was different from other mornings. Light was permeating itself through every crack of the house, shining on the stuffed cats and dogs. It was light that suddenly made her little boxed playroom into a jungle, and everything in it so alive and exotic. As soon as the light filtered in, a Barbie well equipped to go exploring was found springing out from beneath the play bin, anxiously awaiting this budding adventure!
Joy, or the little girl who was sad, ran from surveying her room after breakfast, and into the day. She was, after all, chasing after her runaway gift!
19 August 2008
Back to School
I go back to school today
Textbooks, papers, and pens are packed
In that big thing we call a backpack,
As it anxiously waits to break our backs
Or to go on a piggy back ride.
The hill is steep,
The bus rolls down,
We go to school
Bullies wait,
The health office opens
Jack sees Jill
Jill breaks up with Jack
The soap opera of life bangs its fist from inside a locker
Hopes set
The heart pounding
As Tommy becomes the class president
A mixture has exploded within the lab in chemistry class.
The principal makes his announcement on the intercom
Jill is pregnant
With Jack's baby, they end their relationship
As Jack then comes out of the closet, broadcasting that he is gay
The bus, dependant on gasoline, has stopped moving
For it has run out, the bus driver's pockets having been empty from the night before
As he spent that money on lottery tickets
The chemistry experiment,
As it was laid out in steps on the internet,
Was to build an atomic bomb—
By those same bullies, for their senior prank
The bomb squad comes
The light is at the end of the tunnel
11 August 2008
Bliss
I went on vacation
To some remote island,
The sea gulls call
As the waves tumble on the shore
Filling its white sand of past memories
02 August 2008
Toronto Travels
O
How I find you so pretty
From
As the beauty blinded me on top of a sky deck
I saw you border with the red apple
The customs, in the middle of all the nostalgia
Was waiting for all passports from incoming visitors
Into your realm
23 July 2008
Time's Property
I need You, with you
You need me, with me
We are “vacation”.
The hour glass is gone
The vessel that holds
Time has floated from shore
Breathtaking landscape
Surrounds us with Love
As we journey here
03 July 2008
Minutemen Mirth
The summer breeze finds me
As the sun also shines on my face
The rain concludes the joy!
Bright flowers are here
As the bee pollinates them
One by one, they bloom!
The ocean breeze rolls
Onto the land filled with sand
Filling its shells with salt.
17 June 2008
12 June 2008
03 June 2008
20 May 2008
MOTHER
As she cradles her newborn
This life that has waited nine months to breathe the outside air
She reminiscences her girlhood years, remembering her girlhood filled with dreams and hopes
Enveloped into the time it took to deliver, Mother now seeks a happy life for this child-- struggling
With the maintenance of his foundation, his home, and his belongings—Mother as a mortal filled with happiness and sorrow—battles for child.
She strives for perfection, imitating the sacrifice her own mother had done for her. Relinquishing stamina and sleep, Mother will narrate her child’s history.
10 February 2008
जय हिंद
Rolling along the bright
The waters of the
There have I spent my time
Amidst the monsoon rains
Caught up in the heat of the day
I collect rocks and pebbles
During
Walking along the vicinity of a park
I see people exercising...
Practicing Karate, walking, and playing sports
I was playing a sport once as a child here
Running fast with a smile on my face, I
Savor those times.
As I dream of returning to
The
God Bless America
A Soldier
Fighting to protect his homeland and self
Materializes before my eyes
A red heart, a white birth, and a blue sky
Forms his existence
As he would continue to serve the elders
The ones who dictate the good and dictate the bad
Fighting in
Opening the door to my life,
Literally, as I either entered or left a room,
A total stranger happened per chance to be at my service!
Traveling to Europe and
This international soldier of mine,
He has persevered among his peers
Acknowledging the many ideas that people across continents share and value
Like the military, teamwork is his foundation as an individual
With the will to change, he has the true spirit of an eagle.
He doesn’t stray from those that may be in harm’s way.
Treating everyone as they were all the same.
With a future that is as bright as it is promising, I would want peace and happiness to shine for him
From the four corners of the earth, I would want belonging and unity to always serve him
And to emphasize
We all
Are equal under the sky
Darkness
Darkness
Like a leaf in winter,
Tarnishes my character
As a single light by my window attempts to fill me with hope
As I start my tale
Grief at the loss of a
All on the edge of my pen
As I write
This tale
Shudder at the things I have come to
Mock existence at its truest form
09 February 2008
Utopia
When April showers shower
And May flowers flower
I shall go home
To the hills of Eglomè
Its Green Hills, the
Rolling lazily with Green
Of Glories past
Deck the picturesque landscape
As it Rolls into the clear blue sea
A blue abode of life
Schools of fish
Dart playfully among corals
Its thin, glossy fins sweeping the plants
Gracefully, one can see
The dolphins,
Happily gliding through waters
Of turquoise, here is Eglomè
My home, where the sun
Paints the sky of blue
05 February 2008
Language
As summer turns to autumn,
The leaves cascade down to the earth
Two figures rise from these falling leaves
A Dancer in black and a Dancer in white
Finding their way to the center of the woods,
These dancers inscribe their identities into the cold, barren earth
Stepping through the fallen red, yellow, and green leaves
Reaching the center of the woods, they feel a sudden warmth
Vibrant with life, this earth is the opposite of its desolate outskirts
Inviting the dancers to make eye contact,
The ground begins to babble.
As the dancers stamp the ground, their creators become one
As the dancers twirl, their cultures become one
Stretching out their hands to another,
The dancers embrace
As One.
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