The Wind Poems

I shall keep singing these melodies for you, my love
I know one day you will hear them across the world.
I have never met you but I will know when I see you
there will be a silent moon and the orchard in bloom
you will weep for me and my poems, blue tears of beauty!

Heart, an organ of fire? No, it is full of water
wonderfully cool waters of heaven and you will drink
deeply from the desire filled depths of your dreams
you will take me in your arms and I shall cease to exist.
Until then my love, wherever you are, please be well
for you possess my heart and to you I belong!
And I, in this cave of life, will paint fragrant flowers
upon the red earth that will be kissed by your feet
when you come running to me... because that is how it will be;
the universe shall fling you this way when you and I least expect it
and I promise you that I will wait.. I will wait right here for you!

When You Bent Down To Kiss Me Gently

I turned into a molten statue in the making
deep inside a volcano whose dreams of eruption
consumed the sky, turned the air haughty
as the world stood still and watched breathlessly.
It is a pity that one can not hang on to memories
in a pure, pristine state of mind in entirety.
The neural networks after all, are at their designated job.

Happiness

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to share with you a story about happiness. It is a story about finding happiness in the most unexpected moments in life. Come, join me as I walk you through one of those moments.

You are running up the hill with me. The morning is just beginning to dissolve into a blue sky. The trees, leaves and early fall flowers are gazing upon you serenely and smiling as they whisper to you gently the secrets the previous night brought them. We are gasping for breath as we make our way up the steep stretch at a slow pace. It forces us to gulp the dewy morning air. Have you ever noticed how this air has a certain taste to it? I like to think this is how rainy clouds would taste if I ever could eat them. Cool, misty and wonderfully light. The cool breeze stings a little but it feels refreshing as if that is exactly what our bones have been craving.

We are running uphill as the birds sing their morning songs. Some of them sing in sweet, short notes and others in a bit more rowdy tones. Either way, it is wonderful to listen to their ethereal compositions as they sing their morning prayers to existence itself. The little squirrel scurries across the path to bury some acorns; winter is only around the corner. The thicket of bay laurel trees emit a strong spicy scent and it clears every ounce of flesh. Our bodies feel anew, dreams clear and hopes seem too plausible. The world bows before us and we will it into a magical sphere where everything and everybody exist in peace.

As we made all the way up the hill, we are utterly happy. We sit down and gaze across the valley from under a low lying branch. In front of us lay the vast expanse of modern human markings. Silicon valley, what an amazing place! As we sit there, still in the moment, we notice the steam rising from behind us and we realize that it is our skin that is turning the cool morning dew into steam. It is like being in a cool sauna and our bodies are the furnaces. This is inexplicably delightful. Sun rays making slant shadows now feel a bit warm and we notice the dew reflecting a brilliant rainbow. Suddenly we are seven years old and a memory flashes in the space in front of us! We remember beding down on the moist ground and closely examining those tiny rainbows on a remote farm.. and the smell of red earth explodes all around us!

This is it.. this happiness! We realize what it means to be a human being. We are nothing but our feelings, memories and a collection of stories!

By The Creek I Sat Down And Wept

There it was, running under tall
shady coolness of giant redwoods
a rushing swirl of spring waters
I can't even name that emotion
except that I remember vividly
a certain honesty about the skin
raw, defenseless, delicate, strong
but why? what do I now grieve?
loss of depth, wondrous conviction?
death of a certain era? Continuity?
Funny, how time changes everything!

This Spring

The two Lilacs I planted with so much love
the cute Cala I rescued from under the shed
the Wisteria that swung gently with the wind
she laughed as I tried to train her into a tree
a piece of soul left behind with the Brugmansia
They all spoke to me in a beautiful language
only flowers could master and I sang with them
but this Spring, they bloom somewhere else
in a garden far away, hidden in foggy memories
I can't even conjure them up in my dreams.

While The World Was Still Asleep

I discovered that human hearts were fragile
Spring brought on the bright orange plumage
there was a lovely, earthy smell of wood fire
a warm home on a rainy morning; happiness!
Perhaps life could have slipped on by quietly
and I never would have known this world.

Watching The Rain Kiss A Coastal Town

As I sat there watching the northern rain gently spraying the beautifully tiled courtyard and the early spring blossoms, I remembered the days of my adolescence. I used to watch the monsoon rain douse the earth and soak the flowers with fresh torrents from heaven. Wind and rain, mischievous players; they stole my heart. They were my world and I adored them. I made love to the masculinity, the force, the strength and the constancy they represented. Nature was mine and I was his. The forces, they belonged to me and I owned them! Oh how foolish! How foolish was I? And then there was my passionate lover, the eternal one, the mighty one; the Ocean. Oh, how he sang to me when no one watched!! How he said the sweetest things; he inspired tender, forbidden dreams! I was scared. I was scared to realize the depths of my heart. Yet, I lost my heart easily and willingly. And do you know what the funny thing was? He never asked to be loved. It doesn't work that way, does it? He simply was and I loved that about him. Time and space; you see, they matter! How many days did I spend spinning up dreams that arrived with the rainy clouds! And the nights, Oh, the nights! I spent watching the moonlight kissing the coconut palms in a silent, sincere admiration! Oh, the nights! They were heavenly and I buried my dreams in the depths of the ocean.