Pulling
Pulling
Pulling you down
Thoughts that hover
Like an irritating drone
Uncertain
Uneasy
Shaking the core
Not letting you win
Overpowering
The voice of truth.
Dawn
Slowly the dark curtain is lifting
While the world sleeps
In restless slumber.
tired men, weary women
Babies in the cribs
Unaware of War
strife and misery
Somewhere in the glow
of sun is hope
A new dawn
A new beginning.
Tonight
Tonight I want to cross over
To the universe
Breathe in the freedom
Of falling into
The black hole
All is not lost
We will find there
The same ties
Endless circles
Without beginning or end.
Empower
Why do things happen?
Trapped in our code of life
our conduct
Reflecting our inner selves
Pulls, haws, cuts.
Unknown to us
Just as the unseen
Yet real, dark eyebrows
Sitting on top of our eyes
Destiny is formed
Day by Day.
Sometimes
It’s scripted, wired, meshed
In the marrow
In the blood
Helpless, hopeless
We watch
Not knowing
The secret formula
That begins from
The Thoughts
The actions
And response.
Within our reach
Within our grasp
Is the change that we await
So impatiently.
I am not me
In the most tragic times,
life unlocks its mysteries
Wide, open for the receiver
I am not me.
I am the breeze that blows on high mountains
I am the waves that crashes on the shore
I am the flower that blooms and dies
I am the soul
A brilliant, indestructible, diamond self.
Not touched by environment
Not bent and crumpled iron mass
Soaking yet not dripping
Swirling like a light ribbon.
I am not me
I am the soul.
The graphic designer behind Wes Anderson’s “The Grand Budapest Hotel”
Pure pristine original
Damp and green Earth
Hidden treasures deep inside
Diamonds, minerals, gold alloy
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Hope
Hope rises like the Sun
A dawn after a dark night
Nothing has changed
But the silly heart.
Come along with me
Says the new life
Dancing, advancing
Through the storm
It’s beauty blinding
And ablaze.
Change
Change a constant companion
Like the seasons in bloom
Giving way to harsh winter
An illusion of permanence
Both joy and sorrow
Turning its wheel
Never missing
Never halting
In motion dark and light.
Disappearance
There are days
When if only
One could disappear
Into the even ness of the mattress
Into the grain of the wood
Into thin air
On to the dust.
Taking along with us
The event of this day
Brilliant pain and
The baggage of memories.
Come Rest a While 