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

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
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
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 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

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
deep down
caves of craving
slimy mold
tiny tenuous link
to hold
a fragile promise
willing to break
will we