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August 20, 2011
The moment
I set the flower pot
where the rays of sun
had warmed the floor
As the kettle steamed on the stove
Nothing like afternoon tea
to clear ones head , soothing.
I found my papers, yet no
appetite to write...........
The water boiled
while the flower found the shade
the moment passed, yet I
held the pen, digging further
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August 19, 2011
The girl with yellow hair
The girl with yellow hair
Giggling under breath, her eyes blue bright
She cleaned the house all day
Humming the song in her head
I found the house back
When I returned, the house was clean
And yet empty after she left
She said she will come again,
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The day you left
A lock without a key, a room with no windows, a bowl not filled, empty,
There's such appetite in me to desire to need, I have to find the key, fill the bowl
And leave the room...........
I remember the day I found my alphabets, and how they found me , I giggled
My mother smiled, and nothing has been the same.........
Walking in the rain I dream of bamboo shoots thinking how quiet is beyond the clouds
Walking alone in the rain, I dream of you , thinking we could share the rain
As life slips away and I stay
I remember the day you left , alphabets were useless, it never rained
Mother sat by the window, I was left at the table staring at the empty bowl
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August 10, 2011
Lost days
standing away from the crowd, I am here and yet I am not. these stairways narrow
and pass to nowhere, climbing them night and day searching for an end, where
one can stop and takes joy in accomplishment of sort.I hear the songs of the chinese
flute as it finds its way to me, I hear the sad order of the notes hanging one by one
following the rythm in despair , it comes from the hills far, far away and how it reaches me.
she smiles inviting me to her spread, she smiles and I want so much to touch her, she
smiles and the day is spent behind a curtain that separates the window glass wallowing
in anticipations . She is a virgin child yet the scent of wine on her breath wanton and
sweet, yet there is fear in her eyes behind the pretenses of desire and appetite , there
is fear quiet in its jest yet spreading under her skin..................
the silence find me and holds me, deep and corrupting it hold its own within the proximity of madness and scape, I belong to pages though my son denies me as he should, dreaming of my vessel, my steed, and he knows not how to sleep , how to find his way, how to embark , how to find the footsteps left in rain. He knows not, how I stand behind him while he searches ahead
I walk blind, darkness vast and forgiving, endless as I extend my hands. I feel the presence of the ones walking ahead and the ones right behind, there is a simplicity in this, sweet and clear as long as I stay within the space I occupy I could march slowly ............... folding thoughts one after another leaving them in solutions so I can set them apart, so they can be resolved and fall by the side, I march
I will go further and find the stream and drink .........
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