The Place

am I lost in space?, or
am I exploring the pace
to find the nature's grace?

surprise came, mirage lifted, and
I found the self in place.
it has never left the space.
the place where I am, is the right place.

We Are The Witness of Our Time

we are a natural phenomenon
filled with pollution of our time.
wobbling in space, watching
the extremists waring disgrace.
we are the witness of our time.

we must not leave behind
a blind  history of our time
to be covered by political deceits
that controls our time, and pollutes our mind.
we are the witness of our time

the planet earth is globalized,
mined, and capitalized.
pollution, and poverty are on the rise.
extremists are waring, and
controlling the human mind.
we are the witness of our time.

it is the beginning of 21st century.
life is politicized, controlled, and
rationalized to it's core.
media is bought, and
is filled with commercial rendering.
we are the witness of our time.

we are a natural phenomenon
filled with the pollution of our time.
wobbling in space, watching
the extremists waring disgrace.
we are the witness of our time.

must not forget the good, bad, and different of our time
that are filled with streaks of crimes
camouflaged in fancy commercial media rhymes
these are the display of illusions of our time.
we are the witness of our time.

The Ego Game

Ego is a treachery, or
ego is a mastery of inclines, or
ego is the health's declaratory divine?.

It all depends........
what ego, and whose ego one finds in a mind
is it the ego that craves, and raves?, or
is it the ego that saves and shines?
is it a commercialized and depraved mind? ,or
is it a mind struggling to stay sane in an insane planetary mine?

Ego is a piece of work that has evolved over time.
It bring the facial smirks, smiles of gaiety, and
rambles of power.
It drenches the mind
as it punches from all sides,
and races to speed ahead like no other kind
to smother and pollute the human mind.

ego is up front
ego is behind.
ego is on the right.
ego is on the left.
ego is in the middle.
ego is every where.
ego is in the temple.
ego is in the church,
ego is in the mosque,
ego is in the synagogue,
ego plays the love game,
ego is in the sorrow.
ego is in all the holy grails,

no matter where you look, it is the ego
which is racing
abasing
caressing
thrashing
winning
losing
never surrendering
it is the ego rendering
doing it's wondering.

there is no running from the ego.
there is no escaping from the ego divine.

where do we go to find a reprieve
from the ego in a world full of nothing but egos?
should we seek the monastery reprieve? or
should we come to Lena's cafe, and speak our peace?

A Touch of Hand

when life's moments are tender.
emotions come, and render,
it's time to remember
what sustain life's moments
when they are tender.

it is a touch
of another hand.

no profundity
no intellectual discourse
no sermon
no song
can undo
what a touch
of another hand
can do.........

it's a touch
not a brush
not a word
not a paint
not a saint........

it's a touch.
a simple touch
is to free the mind
from it's anguish rhyme
to bring the rush
of life
to run through the spine
into the
cerebral incline
to bring the nirvana in our time.

The Particles of Life

the particles of life move in slide
as they glide to make strides
to sooth the hearts and the minds
in every momentary moments that come by
to remind the living strides the purpose of life.

the particles of life sputter
make sound
as they go around
to find the other sound
coming to remind
the life's splendor
not to be forgotten in living yonder.

the particles of life glitter
make light a matter's delight
to see the sight
to make the world bright, and
free from the inner and the outer fight
to live a life free from the fright.

the particles of life are humming
drumming
racing
playing
gracing the living wonders
not to be surrender
to warring calendar.

the particles of life..............

Rain Lays No Claims

I am waking up to see the rain's splendor.
when it rains, the earth gains
the power of rain is to sustain not to make a claim.
the earth is soaking the rain to lay for the winter
in hopes for the spring to bring the life's sprouting reign.
the rain lays no claims.

after a sleepy winter yonder the life will be awakened to wonder again
the sky shall open to refresh minds to see here and beyond
the fresh breeze will come to do it's dance, rain will fall
to sprout and rejuvenate life once again.
the rain lays no claims.