over the years, poems, letters were written in objective sense, duality through human eyes, today, heart is the true home, inner world is the only reality. yet, poems have their own destiny to flow in timeless beauty of past, present and future moments. Here is one living in her momentum. Last night I was with…
From the next poetry book, 144 Quatrains Come dream with me, throw the safeguard net into the sea Happiness is alive fish, catch it with your two hands before it flee The world is a wheel, up and down, rough and soft, cycles of nature You can stop, release the grasp, in truth all you…
Last night I opened my heart Found the beloved's thousands threads of gold Swinging like a willow tree Over the shadow of my dreams, where a lady clown was shaking an old clock with one hand, clapping with the other, screaming at a mirror... Saying: I am pure, I pick up codes, I am the…
Our stories Short or long, Have expiry date. After that, we must recycle the products, give back the wastes, keep the essence. basically face the wave, surf the change. Some people, Look out of the window, convincing themselves, this is our share of sky! While vastness invites them to explore the unlimited joy of flow.…
The world is anxious, Man hesitates between pondering choices The cloth wire with many hanged options none fit to cover his doubts. In mornings, sky asks, How long more the clouds wander In my river. At nights, Sky listens to the dark night Untroubled by time demands. A little robin, Look at his blue red…
I travel with my heart, over all bumps and curves of learning and growth, I feel the warm breeze of a new life touching my skin softly. I have travelled deserts, forests and high mountains, those silent cry of farewells, let go of what I loved so close. Now, my suitcase is packed light for…
It began with self inquiry Entering the heart's castle. At the gate was a tree with many sparrows, in dance with colourful leaves, Changing winds and forever sunshine. I entered fearfully of what I might discover. There were many doors, rooms and endless corridors. I crossed the battlefields of my heart, bled and shed, it…
