The earth is dry, I see cracks in it. Oh I wish I had not let those words go. Now I am bare, the sun scorches the back of my neck.

The hair are singed, the smell kills me. I have been an earth loving creature. Oh! the moist earth. 

This scares me. The left over hair stand at end, I shiver, it is not cold.

Has the ray penetrated me? left me alone. The last descended of my soul. The final level of emptiness, disgrace. 

I am alone, my ancestors left, the heat took its toll. I wish the fire engulfed me too.

I was left to endure, why was my soul bearing the pain? I was mangled.

Lived on to bear my race. Without a partner I was free.

I was me and my offspring was me.

But was he really me???

The earth took its toll and now I walk no more. My offspring was never me. 

But he was he...he walked and bore. His race has walked. His next has too.

They have brought the heat back too. 

The earth is dry, they don't see cracks though. They loved the moist earth too. 

i am, but half a bird

exhaustion takes over the mind, the dew falls onto my lexicon,
i feel "a free bird would have been strangled".
but i was still adrift, for i was never free.
a manja string holds onto my left foot...tightens at every attempt of freedom i make.

they make fun of me, my friends they do.
they say, "what bird is a bird if he cant fly. he has not known the joy".
oh yes i have, for "i was born free".

up up and away

is a name but a name? has it not the power to relentlessly show the way.

a name is not but a name...i have seen it sway

the rose is synonymous to itself, me to me.  

i define beauty with spirit, not in relation to ugly.

is my name just a name? did he send it to me?

is my name her's too? did i know we were to meet?

is her name my destiny? the cloud which roams the land?

is my name the lightening? the stroke that lights up the sky?

is her name not mine? is she not me?

my cheek dents; the left,  as i smile...

yet her's; the right knows glee!

my pursed lip looks distorted, 

i pursue 

i break open the barrier, and still wonder which way to move

my mind afloat on that grain of straw

the body unable to swim.

if she is not me

i am not her.

but still i see

a fish or a log, fly across the sky...

A new gullie is afloat with some trinkets of tryst, the weight of a nimble stone balanced by thrust.
The belief stronger than the fall of an apple, the thud never heard but felt.
My hearth empty beyond the brim, my love weighed against everlasting years.

Rickety Roof

Looking for home away from home;
Not knowing I was home...
The shadow was cast but I was unaware,
Love was still blue but I bled red.

A friend who, to me, wrote:

I envied the stunted growth of a potted plant
I searched the visage of a soot covered mirror
Her dilapitated smile was not suffice
Not was the cushion in the sliver...
I left the fragmented shore of shells
The gullies were broader
The water was deeper
I stood up and out
My insides were yet to be surfed clean.

Missing in Flight

The door was not shut...never is.
but is it ever open?
the veil flutters; i could see the wind take a sneak peek
my hair this time were securely tied.
Ah! I wish a strand had dared to let loose.
I lost the breath I had promised my lungs...
The air seemed full of smoke
I wasn't on fire,
someone had just put it out...

but it remains
within my heart and
my insides burn me out...

oh!
i wish i was free
and this was another FLIGHT

Oh ya! It is not...
I am yet to be free
I am in flight; but not free
for my flight is still to take me higher
the parabola fell short
and my high is still to be justified.

A very very Happy Birthday Dear GrandDAD...!!!!!!

thoughts

thinking is a crime
i am a criminal
the thought of crime gives me the shivers
i have spilt blood
my own, and his
he said he is not a criminal
but how can he not be?
he walked away; on his life
i did too
but i was a criminal; not he

DID WE LOOK AWAY...???

she walked in, i was looking away,
i spied on her, she looked away.
i bit my lips, i wish she was looking away,
i saw her fondle her hair, i wished i could look away.
her eyes met mine, i certainly did not look away,
she peeped into her bag, trying to look away.
a smile curled her lips, i knew she did not look away.
my friends hooted in my ear, i looked away
my cheeks turned red, i peeped and looked away
i fiddled with the spoon, she would not look away
my eyes split apart, there was nothing to look away
she slowy left her chair, oh i wish she would not look away
i followed her steps, not wanting to look away;
i grabbed her heart, not letting her look away...!!!