To view the life of another
I left known lands around me;
And boarded a naïve canoe
to search the map-less sea.
First, the Rain argued its case.
Then, the Sun reread its lines.
I sat on my balcony, on looking
and expecting the Rainbow's testimony.
I knew not of the place and time
Or the forces that lead me there
But stranded I was, in the dark
With a guitar, left, for my pair.
Would thou still stand before me? , asked God,
If I can no longer wash thy sins.
Would thou still read my scriptures? ,
If I can no longer offer thee a place in heaven.
Guilt is like
a Salmon: It sprouts
at a place of
When I saw the mice inside a trap
Felt how helpless their life is.
And when I saw ants slowly pass by
Felt how unfortunate their existence is.
The cold Sun
soaked in thick tears
whimpered in pain,
in the vengeful
Quite a pair, we are
My table fan and me:
We both sit still,
Everest carved to hollow cone
Floored with finest beach sand
Stars grouped to a sparkling moon
And moon made to a table lamp