music making machines

so much is the sound that is so soft

to the ear it hears melodious

all these music makers

and their machines

keeping them and us

enlightened and toast

apart from us

the nature has music


I call it the earth-sounds.

Yellow Trees

A tree has a brown trunk

And it’s leaves green

It gives fruits at times

The ones we sell and seek

Grow more and more

Outnumber their roar

The sweet whisper

of the walking winds

shape of the

I see a square

or I see a book

maybe a window

with it’s hooks

I see a circle

or it is a tumbler’s top

I see a sphere

oh, it’s sand grains

I see too much

oh, it’s just the eyes I have

I speak these words

it’s just of the memory I have

whatever left is not just not there

it’s just unsaid

what is it?


do you come from the sun


it feel you have lit the whole expanse


I see you at the night

you are a cool breeze

a sliver of silver

cherishing us

the way we cherish

the sun is harsh

and kind

gives us the heat

the bread we gain from it

and at night

the sun sleeps

to gain from rest

and be back again

mighty and tall

the moon is patient

the moon is persistent

always there in the sky

at times

getting hidden

under the bright light