Mountain Heart

Gentle folks and tough terrains

Cold majestic mountains

reaching for the sky

Streams gurgling by

Clouds drifting low in the valley

dogs barking in narrow alley

Teapot hissing in the early morning

Warm sun-rays gladly beaming

Shepherds goading their sheep 

up the green slopes so steep

Women filling water from a stream

Children with mischievous gleam

Old men with craggy faces

worn by the wind in high-up places

Bustling little meat markets

mineral water in plastic sachets

Dusty old bus snaking up the hill

passengers shrouded against the chill

Hilltop temple bells ringing

and devotees together singing

In these parts I love the most

so bury me in these mountains

Artist's Tools

An artist's easel?

A prop of compassion

The canvas?

A site for bleeding

The palette?

A confluence of passions

Brushes?

Feathers of empathy

Yet

Art is ruthless

without pity!

A New World

I taught her to swim

She'll find her shore

and create a new world

But she knows

I am with her

a shadow!

Drowning Logic

I was writing a poem 

about a frog in the well

leaping out and joining a river

To float along and reach the sea

I was interrupted by a friend telling me that

the frog will die in salt water

My poem was drowned by logic!

The Palette Knife

You had the

palette knife

I just

sharpened it

It's still

your knife!

I Write to No One

I write to no one

Ideas shape up into sentences

Meanings manifest themselves in verses

I go with the Flow

I have no control 

I do not make interpretations

All I do is spell check

and hit the save button

Because I write to no one!

exhilarious!

e e cummings

(and goings)

exhilarious!

gravity

things

     f

      a

         l

           l

             only!