Monday, February 20, 2012

Apology / Eulogy

Here, once a tree stood.
All the artistry can't bring life.
It's wilted to wood.

Fawn hunted for sport,
designs the living-
pleasure from innocent source.

Sun draws the nature,
waltzes over the deep sea.
Moon shades the picture.

In this intriguing nest
am I a miscreant,
stemming the growth of colourful eggs?

We fail to see the paint.
The stroke of His brush
imbibed in each space.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Hang Gliding

Road spiraled to the mountain top.
High and lonely-
geared for a sweet drop.
Deep valley, magical streams appeared tiny.
Fear wobbled over the mighty air
in bird's territory. 
Wings glided beyond aware.