a tree to a bird

oh... bird

how sweet your song

how smooth your feathers

how nice your dance

how pure your mind

you came to me

just to take rest

and not to make nest

it is getting dark

and you have to go

you shit on my branches
now you can fly away...

after all i'm a tree
just a tree!

how long...

how long...
i could able to walk
through the edges of a blade
wounded...
bleeding....

muted

you are muted
me too
yet...
we can hear
what we couldn't speak

Kaleidoscope

i hope
if we were
in the kaleidoscope
again
just to feel
the infinity
of moments...

silence

our words are
meaningless
but
our silence
is not just
silence

a child speaks...

being lost in childhood
is nothing
but meditation
often in serene atmosphere
i tune my nostrils
to absorb
the lost fragrance of childhood
and the ears
to hear
the lost voices of childhood
and memories ...
where i lived with nameless grass
nameless plants...
and their nameless Flowers...
nameless colours...
i played with ants
and nameless insects...
nameless butterflies...
i lived in shrubs
as if in a wild forest
without name
without words
a child speaks...

Words

it disturbs ...
not what i told
when i meant anything
but what i couldn't
when i really meant

The Poetry

once you told...
rain makes me gloomy
you are poetic,
i thought.
now look at me
can you see me becoming a cloud...
please don't ask
what happened?
it may makes me rain.
while raining...
you are not just poetic
you are the poetry itself
being written by God

What we are ?

Once upon a time...
a librarian thought
what we are?
We are not just isolate ideas
rather complex subjects
that...
no classification scheme can accommodate
no co-extensive number
but...
multidimensional
multidiractional
cumulative
coherent
dynamic
and...
we are infinite !

integration

mind grows
being fragmented...
perhaps
death may integrate it
with the universal mind

'Your Name'

He know nothing
about God
Perhaps
One someday
God may say him
i was with you
even in your dreams
then he will utter...
your name
silently

The mystery

If you were the silence...
between words
i may hold you
till my last breath
but...
still you are the mystery
between words and meanings!
i have to be...
a mystic