blank spaces are meant to expand
lest we squeeze
all the juice of a
patient cloud
and nothing remains to rain
Why rush
Look around,
so many trees bending to touch us,
embrace us,
why are we in rush then,
for what?
Is that a cry
In wilderness
Or we have forgotten
To just
Laugh
It may rain soon
Rake the grains slowly
Sun is about to set
It may rain
There is forecast of a storm
Will you still defy
Don’t
Accept what clouds tell
Lest you wander in the sky
Like a lone meteorite
About to fall
Anytime to fall
Don’t be so strong
Like a rock
You withstood
Onslaught of curious gazes
As if the impervious
Layer
Had
Enclosed a tender sprout
About to grow
But hesitant to let tendrils
Wind around the spine
Of a cactus growing on the Rock
Don’t let me close my eyes
Don’t let me close my eyes
O queen of fairy land
You may get imprisoned
And I may become free
Don’t let me in
I see in your eyes
Hunger for a revolution
But why are you waiting
For a spark to be ignited
By me
I can be within you
If you let me
But don’t let me in
It might become
Very difficult for you
Then not to explode
without a clue
when too far is too close
why do we make such resolutions
when too far seems too close
but then we tie ourselves in the knots
brown
pink
red
deep down
caves of craving
slimy mold
tiny tenuous link
to hold
a fragile promise
willing to break
will we
knots of love
too far, seems the star
