Walking over the same path
Isn’t easy
If the weeds have grown
All along
No, I will not clear the weeds
The flowering herbs
Must contain their dreams
The path will remain unkept
Someday
A sweeper of sighs
Will pass by this path
Who knows then
The stones will be cleaned
The weeds will be pruned
By then
These might get re classified
As ornamentals
In a Temple of tears
the truth
Open sky
dont deny
In a bowl of salt
What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Should the ship halt?
What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Flowers on the edge
Tenderly row the boat
A puncture in the mast
What?
Why is energy less
tea without spice
tired eyes
heavy voice
hopeful spirit
a tea lacking spice
May be
so what, if the branches of this tree are naked
so what
if my branches are naked
having shed all leaves
are not they more earnest
in holding the clouds
which wind is eager to take away
when we need to walk
on paths to goals, far beyond
what we can see today,
do we seek guarantee that
clouds will not behave erratically
if they do, they will
one can not impose discipline on winds
clouds
and their shadows
at sunset
in which aroma of withering leaves gets mixed
and i wish to sleep then
under this tree
so what if its branches are naked…