Wednesday, June 30, 2010

She haunts me in my dreams................

Her eyes may be
turquoise depths of a pond;
as black and angsty as
burnt coals.
But they seem to
conceal within themselves,
something that may never reveal itself,
like an ornamented chest,
that may contain a treasure.
But the key is buried,
in the depths of her psyche,
as impenetrable as
the centre of the earth.

Why does she stand like that?
Leaning against a surface,
neither smiling nor unsmiling,
but the mouth fixed
in a mocking smirk.
She seems to be amused,
as she wordlessly watches
 me struggle with her,
as i decide who she is
and what I want her to be.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A couplet

When one is born another dies.
When one laughs another cries.

Monday, June 7, 2010

What happens when you get a thought?
A thought that comes straight from the heart.

A thought that you want to catch and treasure.
A thought whose profoundity you can't measure.

It's like a bolt out of the blue.
An extraordinary facet of an ordinary you.

It leaves, for a moment, devoid of words
and makes you soar like a flying bird.

It also brings about a range of feelings,
all of which may set your head reeling.

It's something you want to explain.
But how to it isn't plain.

It causes chaos inside your mind, yet you are quiet.
It's the very thought that will make you a poet.

Maybe it's the realisation that saints have aspired for,
for which seekers have travelled wide and far.

But it's beautiful, even if it's a cherished dream.
After all, the human mind doesn't have seams.