Change

 

You arrive at her door

and it’s like

a fresh whiff of air,

You leave feeling

her sad sigh on your back.

Then there is a mysterious

realignment in her heart,

And neither your arrival

nor your departure

holds and significance

like it did earlier.

Smile

 

Her smile giving a voice

to his rainbow of emotions,

No wonder,

those were

his most lively moments.

Wonders of heart

 

Heart is the master transformer,

Today it’s a scented flower for someone,

But tomorrow it might be

a stone for that very same person.  

The happy prisoner

 

Infatuation is a sweet infection,

She getting under your skin,

A sweetly itching bug,

Tingling your skin

to make you feel her presence,--

almost continuously,

The heady, rich scent of her memories

rushing in like luscious spring

after snowy, barren, frozen months.

 

The heart expanded with love,

Blossomed like a flower,--

an orchard where

the scented flowers of her smiles

kissed the dewy diamonds;

where the ripe fruits of her kisses

dangle with the juicy prospects of

sight, touch, taste, delicious smell.

 

Her absence

weighing with a heavy presence,

Her smile

spreading the message of love and beauty,

You feel walled in,

sheltered, protected, safe,

Like you are in a rock fort

in her mushy, soft, warm embrace,

Separated and segregated

from the chaos of life.

 

A beautiful prison

where the love-chained prisoner

becomes a canvas for the

unplanned strokes of nature

weaving a magic,

Painting his own lush and vibrant

image of paradise,

Shaping all pains into hope,

All this while, her image

sweetly dodging

across the chaos of his mind.

A sympathetic halt

 

The soul of forest goddess

trapped in the charred ruins

of a burnt forest,

Her body ravaged by

the human pride, vanity, greed, lust.

 

O thou lone journeyman,

Don't just go nonchalantly

through her yowling waves of pain,

Even if you can’t do much,

sit among the ashes in silence,

Because even your unvoiced, kindly presence

with someone crying in pain

is a contributing factor to her healing,

Be there as a witness

to the night’s gentle dewy kiss

on the ashes that were once lovely petals,

Just by doing so

you help and encourage the Phoenix spirit.

Holy nupitals

 

Life is reaching up to

the sun and sky,

Death is seeking rest

on the bed of mother earth,

Being is settling into

the rhythms of non-being,

While non-being strives to

get the sparkling smile of stars.  

Merry ghosts

 

The undying fire of memories alive inside,

Smoldering with suffocating smoke,

Sometimes it flares up suddenly,

Throwing pale, flickering light,

Showing moving figures

and shifting shapes creeping like

secretive nocturnal lovers,

All lanced by love,

happily melting into the folds of night

full of rolling mass of pain.