When I sing,
I see their faces glow,
I hear their hands clap,
I feel their hearts fly.
And I go back,
Night after night,
to sing a new song
to the gathering crowd.
New song
Category: Poetry
I am outgrowing!
I am outgrowing,
The cozy little box I live in.
The shiny golden box,
With silver lining-
Is all I built from forever.
Thought of moving out,
Finding a bigger cozy box -
To lay-in until time infinity
Is scary as hell-
Yet, I need to venture out.
I am outgrowing,
This cozy little box.
Tsaheylu’ed onto all-knowing Tree
With my Queue Tsaheylu'ed onto all-knowing Tree,
I am chatting with it bit by bit,
slurping the knowledge drip by drip,
filling and bulking my tiny brain,
with what it could consume sans going insane.
Fold your folios
Fold your folios
Pack your flip flops
Bag your baggies.
Sun is shining
Water is warming up
Sand is summoning.
Time to charge
Time to wander
Time to go.
I crossed the bridge
I crossed the bridge,
Running from East to West,
Daring fog, rain, wind,
Trying hard to be visible -
among zooming invisibles.
Finally - sitting in hall,
drenched with light all over,
Waking and Feeding the core,
After a long eons of break.
Sweet surprising every minute -
The core being core and not rocky.
I am moving half asleep
I am moving half asleep,
yet I go where I got-to.
Like my dad's ox cart pulling,
sleeping rider home.
I am half awake,
Yet I try to stay burning.
Like my Mom's wood-stove -
covered with its own thick ash.
The King was furious
The King was furious
A stray arrow from his own camp,
killed his favorite horse.
--
He ordered arrows to be fired
Towards his own men.
--
He ordered retreat
And marched with anger
To his own fort.
--
All the men at arms,
Left to wear different colors.
The king was still furious.
Dreary nightmare
Every night,
I had the same dreary nightmare,
waking me up sweaty, lost and scared.
Always,
I was cuddled -
soothing voice, surrounded me.
Until today,
No warm hands holding me.
No musical notes to make me merry.
Their aura spreads
Don't get blindsided
King's tone traverses all,
Queen's colors are on flag.
The cogs - shaking, shaping, rotating, oscillating, carrying the burden of whole kingdom -
Are simply cogs without eyes and ears.
When the cogs start sensing
Their aura spreads until it encompasses the royal blue.
Weighing life and death
He is nobody,
No signs on forehead,
No crown or gowns on head
No colors on clothes.
One day,
He is mending the chores,
Minding his own clock,
Walking the street -
An elephant
garlanded him.
Now,
He weighs life and death for everybody.