Thursday, December 18, 2008

desert rain

and that day it rained in the desert
the first drops from a millennium
the longing of eons
the thirst since time unknown

the drops touched the soft dust
and made puddles in the ground
the aroma of wet sand
floating through the air
it started flowing through the surface
stroking the barren land

finding its ways to the insides
meandering through the arteries
flushing through the veins
to reach the throbbing heart

and it reached the throbbing heart
and the desert no longer missed the rain.
the desert no longer missed the rain

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Silence - the purest music

Silence, the purest music
The richest note
played in harmony
by the universe

the deepest truths
embedded in sweet rhymes
for the astute listener
devoid of daily sounds

Monday, December 15, 2008

autumn face

Image Coutesy: The Axe Victim

autumn leaves float in the air
ruffles the flock of auburn hair
dusty wind that blows again
to scratch and talk to the window pane
the smell of yesterday's ale
drowsy face in morning, pale
my morning view through half open eyes
with a smile i close my eyes.