Leafy Meadows

  Are we there yet…? The curious boy, looked out to a window and asked? His question was one of the innumerable he asked since the beginning of the journey. He was going to a new home, it has been quite a while now, he had been searching for a home and no one could take him inside. What would he do? Gentle as his soul was, he never complained but searched again and again and again. But no one could take this boy into their home. No there was nothing wrong with the boy, he was a good, studious, and sturdy kid. He liked reading, walking around the parks, and making an excellent companion but yet no one would take him home. He dreamed of having a house, with lots and lots of toys and things to play with, he dreamed of helping people who could not help themselves, he had bigger dreams than many of the boys of his age ever dreamed of.  It all changed that morning when in the congregation, he looked at this girl who came to meet others just like him. He looked at her and smiled, he thought t

  Alchemy… In the far in a distant land, lived a bearded wise Under a flickering lamp, who worked till sunrise. In his hand, a stone, shining white … Turned in gold all the metal with touch and delight. Me, a metal, rough and abrasive, A man with passion yet primitive. You, a philosopher's stone, shining bright turn me then into a shining armor knight. To the stereotypes' tease, let's make this blasphemy Your heart, meeting mine, creating the alchemy. Sharad

 Yearning   what an inconsolable hearts' to do? but not yearn. and like the sun in evening to the cosmic womb return or to nest how the foraging birds flock love keeping the time and is the master clock                                                   what minds not to do but think?                                                 and speak its words on white with ink                                                 and when this too is so much to bear                                                 will it not with anxiety wear?   You, a ravishing beauty would test a sea measure no depth, for so much deep, is my love you see I would then long to you my nymph siren to your hard rock happily set my life's ships to be broken

 Little Eden To the little flowers of Eden, I ask, what are their names? one with big eyes and a lovely smile replied in a coquettish style                                      To the other a little wise one                                       who was as radiant as the sun                                        to me, she showed her board game                                        me and her, our childhood was the same The big-eyed flower then pushed her hand the trio of us, a raucous band, and when the entertainment played doremon melted my heart to part such a cheerful companion                                          To the ever-busy gardener, I ask,                                           in whose warmth these flowers bask                                           and to see such beautiful flowers glee                                           laden with beautiful fruits, this family tree.

  Border love   on the border of intelligence, two hearts reside one and the other, exactly different nothing they shared but the border of intellect. On this border, hearts, would love exchange.                                                                                 Heart one side, a stupid poet good                                                 exchanged love with methods of crude                                                The other heart, a nymph celestial                                                 Heart beauty and intellect, soaring mercurial                                                                 The hearts exchange words cheered happily and play unbeknownst the love spread one confused the other mortal dread                                                   What about the difference that lay ahead,                                                 are they too important? to love they behead                                                 What will people