Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Floating Aloof...

I am like a leaf
Floating aloof...
Going where the breeze takes me.

I am shed from the tree,
Heaven up above!
Picked up by the breeze of life
Sometimes I fly high
On wings of happiness
Sometimes I crash
With the burdrn of pain

I am like a leaf
Lying on the ground
When there is no breeze to carry me

I am stamped upon
Crushed and humiliated
Worn out like a dried leaf
Waiting for the breeze to carry me again

Take me with it
Let me float and settle
As I reach my final abode

Arti D. Honrao at:

Sunday, June 25, 2006

A Summer Day


A Warm summer day,
Green grass, blue skies.
Children playing, birds flying Boys running,
Mothers with strollers walking through.
Flowers blooming, bees buzzing
Butterflies atop, then disappear into the sky.

Young men playing basketball,
women jogging by.
A couple sit on the park bench, holding hands
Talking, laughing, enjoying an evening together.
A subtle glance, a passionate kiss
A pat on the back, then goodbye.

The sky turns orange
The air is cool,
The children gone, the courts silent,
The jogging path deserted.
The park bench empty.
Night has fallen, Another day gone by.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

The Great Way

The Great Way is not difficultfor those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent
Everything becomes clear and undisguised.

Make the smallest distinction, however,
And heaven and earth are infinitely set apart.
If you wish to see the truth

Then hold no opinion- for or against.
The struggle of what one likes and dislikes
Is the disease of the mind.


Sunday, June 18, 2006


So many paths that face my feet
Each one has its beauty to keep
My head challenged and my body tired
To fill my soul with a passionate desire

For the next bend and turn to unfold,
To write the stories of my life on this parchment of old
For eternity to keep and understand
Unbiased about my dreams and hungry hands

I do not seek an end to this dream
Even if I where to take every path seen
I would still continue on with every step
And live this journey without regret

Jeffrey Cook

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Somtimes, it's very raw...

Slow, tiring sunlight
Gradual rising moon
Deliberate dripping sky

Entwined fingers
No more strangers

Flickering strong flame
Roiling desire
Irrepressible indeed

The rains come, suddenly
Steaming off the rocks

Bathing the tress
Raw fragrance
Rising off the earth

Deep thunders
Roll in, in the distance

Dripping, drenched Nights

Copyright © Neerja Yadav


Friday, June 09, 2006

Birds of Passage

Black shadows fall From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
And from the realms

Of the shadowy elms

A tide-like darkness overwhelm
The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair,
And everywhere A warm,
soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat Of their pinions feet,
As from the land of snow and sleet

They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry Of their voices
high Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
Oh, say not so!

Those sounds that flow In murmurs of delight
and woe Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,

The sound of winged words.
This is the cry Of souls,
that high On toiling, beating pinions,
fly, Seeking a warmer clime.

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.

Thursday, June 08, 2006


I heard, one winter's night,
in the confines of my room,
the horns of Elfland calling--
their blasts keening in the gloom.

In their sacred melody,
the dream begins to descend--
the dream that seeps into the minds
of conquerors and children.

The vast, empty Northlands--
they were calling to me!
Luring me across the mists
of a boundless sea.

Cold, lonely mountains
and far-reaching plains
echoed the enchantment
of the song's refrain.

Stark, treeless climes
and deeply wooded vales
stirred in me the wonder
entombed in ancient tales.

A shadow-haunted sunset
gave way to stars filled with jubilation
and breezes in the night
trembled in exultation.

In just a moment I returned
from the Northern shore,
but the horns of Elfland's calling
I shall hear evermore.

Briseis Phemonoe
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The Path

We may depart on different paths in this temporal visit,
but they ultimately converge in time,
released in eternity into the timeless dream.

Kuan Gung

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Dream

The Dream
They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while,
then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson