Mindless

Trapped in the labyrinth of his mind,

     he goes mindless,

Strapped in his own space,

     numbed by his own comfort zone,

          mindless, he sits hapless.

And sounds of doors,

     closing  one after the other,
     clamor through his empty mind.

With each closing door sighs yet

          another window of opportunity.

He wonders, where on the way,
        at which turn in his journey
        keys that had worked before,
        keys that opened these very doors

               turned useless. 

In sheer restlessness he wonders,

       if lost are the keys
       or the lock got changed on him.
       

Sounds like these, 

       thoughts like these,

       keep creeping smoothly. steadily.
       like the keys of a piano.

       like the tick of a timepiece. 

Only this one is out of tune.
Only this one is out of time.

Caught in the labyrinth of his own mind,
he sits mindless. hapless. wondering. 

Slide

However hard I try
can't stop the slide
I asked aloud why
But no one replied.

Ideas fetch no cent
when life's out of rhyme
useless is a talent
that has run out of time

Blinded by vision
crippled by pride
can see no option
can't stop the slide

2014-11-27
North Lake Tahoe

Card Design

Some Bird to See

When the flowers bloom
and the birds are back -
the colors of eden splash
and the spring is high.

Won't you need
a bird to spot
don't you want
a bird to find
You better know
your birds by heart
You better keep
my guide in hand.


Note: this is written to the tune of Jefferson Airplane's Somebody to Love. The guide being referred to is a Field Guide to North American Birds, and the person being referred to is a friend who happens to be a bird enthusiast.

Amazon

Once upon a time
in the forest deep south — 

Over a giant Capa tree
peeks at sunset an orb.
Pristine, softly glowing,
its grace entraps Mr. sun
into a seduced obsession.

He craves for her company,
gets torment of her tease —
Exchanging shy glances,
fades she swiftly in a flight
into the dense of his light.

Beyond his tour of duty, 
he wants to but can't stay
to see that her soft beam
floods the forest to the brim,
a mystery unknown to him!

The resplendent sun
tries to win her over,
her pride says never.
She flirts her way out!
And the saga continues — 

Finally, when in love she falls -
she's now the one who waits
in patience as she whets.
To catch the first ray,
the sight of her amore.

But his blinding light 
makes her glow-less.
And with each passage
she gets a shade paler,
her luster fading away.

Her longing and sighs echo 
through the nights dark.
What a waste of radiance!
the stars chorus in silence
her deep true yearnings!

Impatient Mr. sun wants it
like the first sight
Blaming self for her lackluster
decides to sacrifice his love
so her grace can return.

She begs him not to leave,
‘Isn’t the tapestry we weave
better than if we part?’
But the sun won't listen.
her eyes start to glisten.

Imperiled, she cries and cries,
and tears roll as she laments.
On the floor they fall and sprawl
as she sobs in deeper unrest
and tears flood the dark forest.

And a river is born!

Once upon a time
in the forest deep south.

My interpretation of a Peruvian folklore how Amazon was formed
3/19/2012