The Key, Lost

Have you found
The key to
Women’s heart
If you have

Limerick – Lies

Mrs. Android went to see where truth lies
She surfed through Google sea, being wise
Truths from cocoons be lies in bits
Lies from cocoons be truths in hits
She nodded, ‘Lies are truths written by mice’

Where Life Sings

where thoughts thundered

this heart held the sky

and I thundered

rolling the Sun

under my shadows

Unfelt

On your ocean
My thoughts twist and tumble

When I measure your waves, by this fist
You grimace, for not feeling your breeze

Self-Inquiry Part 2

 

Below the roots of truth
I found my falsity
And felt the earth, I never touched

Under the skin of good
I found the bad
And felt a pulse, I never knew

Self Inquiry – Part 1

In search of truth
I left falsity
And felt the toes, smooth as glass

In search of good
I left the bad
And felt the fingers, shine as glass

In Search of Strength

In search of strength
I went
Into miles of speeches

Till I felt the edge of silence

Garden of Life

In this garden, of life
We stand in muted distances
We seldom think of
We think in muted whispers
We seldom touch

Temples of Clay

This song, in notes of clay
Weaves new sounds
Soft and young

This song, but
Weaves not new notes

Truths, Never Touched

When I be a ball
Spinning around
Bouncing off every touch
I see you rolling down
From your glued thoughts
Bouncing off worlds
you never touched

Mystical Apple

I went in search
Of an apple, mystical
Which was ‘right’

emerald and oak

i thought that i could find myself in slivers
of emerald and oak, pathways of leaves
and so i ventured into the woods of your
familiar dust-warmed fairytales
an avid quester.

The Inner Search

how could I measure
with my two inch thread
this yarn of life I adorn

The Quest For Self

where did I slip?
losing my elements

a search constant
to be complete

Where Am I?

Wonder where I came from
Wonder where I will go
Wonder where I am