MY VIEW OF THE HILL FAR AWAY

my view of the hill far away

call it a mountain to the eye

my aging feet look on

in endlessness the road

from where the dusty winds blow.

up the blue and gray sky

a mountain, an opened palm

an opened jaw of a dog

our memory quickly to form.

muu muu stronger and slowly

echoing nearer with their smell

will it be a slap because I did

away, in a pocket

I will put my two hands

Will I throw at her

my bulky and warn out arms

or cry or shed tears?

Echoing nearer and nearer

Coming with their unwanted smell

As they pass me by

DEDICATION

Many are the letters

In different shaped signs

As my mouth rolls its tongue to call

Words in glee

To fill your cheeks

And turn your lips in a curve

Your smile for on lookers to return

It may have been long after the day

But will prolong my grief after today

If the sun goes down without this sound

Coming out from my mouth

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 

12.12.2012

THEY ARE CUT IN BLOOM

They are cut in bloom

When bright and golden rays

Has showered on them blessings

And as their fragrance

Remain with them

In their clayey graves

No more to be felt

We shall remember them

He had in mind

What I had also

To make a better place

At home and afar

Who will take over

The ground is already prepared

To take back what it has lent


27.12.2012

Waiting to pass on

Blinking not as the winds blow

Feeling not the boiling sun’s call

Left ajar that clean home

Dirtied by their bid to sell

Mothers, daughters and sons

Girls made mothers and parents overnight

On the ground, beach and pavement they lay

Waiting to pass on

11.09.2013

EATING FROM THE SAME POT

Still eating from the same pot

Now worn out in colour

Still suffering from the pressures

Of their broken jagged edges

The ailing wooden ladle

Continue to stir

Not to the brim 

This filled pot with dish

Days to return my care

Have drawn nigh

 I have borne the pain for wisdom teeth

Which have not shown its self even now

With this urge to bite

Nature and custom to satisfy

When I open the cave of my mouth

Will they stay neglected

Seemingly abandoned?

We Walk The Same Path

We walk the same path

One ahead of the other

Not holding hands

But working to help each other.

Having the same aim

Different rhema and style

As if we long knew each other
Funny heh... 

Why I am still convinced:

We've never met

THE FREE FALL OF THEIR SONGS

The free fall of their songs

Like the noise of many waters

Accompanied by children clapping and jumping

From all sides their trumpets blow

Stronger for a while, just after the dark

The many ups and downs my head still fixed

The tossing and turning on the horizon

Blinding the blue sky and glassy sea