February 21, 2010

A Musical folk

Burnt fingers
sand white sand like,

water deserted arid land
locked lips,

sun beaten
winter pricked shattered skin by,

heart beat
supple waves in lifeless oceans far away,

grey hair
ash dust settled on coal field,

veins line
splits run on mountain wide,

pearled eyes
leaf holding morning dew,

a broken flute
the only clue,

blows true
the flute, like eye lash wish

What you hear
is a story untold
a life yet to unfold



February 4, 2010

Once

A careless dreamer I was
now I don't care to dream,

A nomad, once I was
follower is what I choose to be,

A drunk poet I was
the poem is now true to be,

A deaf singer to a tuneless heart
I, now, am a mute listener


Once I was
Once I am, now


dream I still do, but only of you
feet they wander only to you
the only poem true,
I listen to the tear drop tune(like the bow sailing over violin stings)


Once I am
forever I want it to be