The fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
...
after some days of freedom
from the raging rain that falls
it is back in earnest crying
as its full might unfold
...
i see her everyday on my way to work
she is there by the wide window of
an old house near the road where i used
to come and go
...
it did not escape me
those sideway glances
as you stood in that corner
i pretended to ignore
...
Watching the tiny
one year old playing
with her toes
I am amazed at
...
She passed away today
My dog of nine years
She went quietly as she
did when I first had her on a box
...
twisted thoughts of long ago
reverberates like an echo
haunting scenes
forbidden like the poisoned tree
...
be generous with praises
i want to be appreciated
every now and then
...
i pray not for myself
i know i have been blessed
i pray not for wealth
but for those who have less
...
the thing that makes me smile
is not the thing itself
but the thoughts
i gather with it
...