The Journey

Dark and damp highways
en route to an unknown destination
Crossed the bridge barely resting on a broken pillars
the dwindle river sang ‘a broken promise’

Lakes full with frozen memories 
Highways signs long fallen down 
Unpaved road, silence speaking loud 
I did not dare inquire the history, maybe frozen in time


The nightingale with broken feathers barely sang 
How could I decipher her melodies of agony? 
The cold evening & the naked tress heralded the time coming 
Addicted to the enduring pain I rather not wait for a respite 

"Stranger, turn right!" signalled the mountain in a tattered coat 
Down the road, I saw a glimpse of Shangri-La 
My sight could not believe 
whether it really was the end or beginning of a journey

Festivity in the air, Heavenly place I wanted to dwell 
My past asked me ‘why you did not visit here before?’ 
My future asked me ‘where you are heading next? '
Lost in spring meadow I said “Carpe Diem” 

Suddenly, Thunder hit the Shangri-La 
In a shock
I could not envision 
 Heaven turned Hell 

The mourning Bell Rang in a snowing afternoon
Devastated soul in a dilemma 
Nowhere to go now 
Rest, Poor Withered Soul!

melancholic growing up

My Melancholic growing up

You never let me come out
From your dark and gloomy shadows,
I feel ‘m in your cave
Where light has abandoned for ages

My wrists are free
Out of hand-cuffs
But you knot my heart and mind
With chains, making impossible to untie

I walk under a blue sky
I see Birds on their flights
But everything seems like a dream
That I can never turn into reality

Dark Veil

Dark Veil Keep away your dark veil that comes time and again to wrap me with its vicious cycles, sometime in dreams, and other times in days Your dark veil withers my happiness As fall withers flowers, Your tsunami waves desert my budding joys Keep away your dark veil Because, I have dreams to fulfill I have promises to keep And long journey ahead to complete I like to smile like a sun and sing and swing in my own merry song So keep your dark veil away from enveloping my spirit and joy April 3, 2007 San Francisco @ 9 pm

sojourner's lover

SHE canvasses sojurners life, Paints their moods, colors their feelings, sketches their actions In addition, mails them to thier loved ones curiously, I asked her,"Who are you" Did you say,"Mother of sojourners' "No No, lover of sojurners"She corrected me "Oh I see you're the one....." she blussed. What a Strange lady? Socalled lover of sojourners, I dare not ask "why" But, she puzzled me she is an aritst, Creater and painter maybe also a daughter of a sojurner, who fathered her and returned to his homeland " Bewildred in her beauty I was taken back to my love, back home " years have passed dear" " No" No" was my answer, to her ardent request "'may I paint your imagination" My mind train was running................ Ignoring the artist She repeated "May I capture your imagination" "how brilliant artist?" said to my self in No time the sketch was ready and there she was "my long lost love"