an act of writing
an act of rhymes
of gluing the words in a way
they seem pleasing to mine
birds
birds
they fly
in the sky
varied colours
I see in my eyes
they do chirp
and they do shit
they at times sing
a melody
and birds
they freely
roam the sky
birds
can I be
in the afterlife
knot
helps to tie
a lot of things
and makes it easy
to carry them
Gadgets
There they are
Here they are
We are now connected like stars
I see you
I may see not
flowers
flowers, o many
of different shapes and size
soothing to the eyes
the treasure for the flies
a kind gesture
when offered
a symbol of beauty
when hair pinned
sometimes a path
for the one in honour
flowers they are
here and there
colours all that please
Nature
In the silence of leaves
The ones behind the fallen tress
Lays the chirp of the birds bright
I see colors
And it’s like wonder
Together walking the earth
All the might
problems
they seem like an ocean
when though upon
they are ever persisting
let’s just look over
bring thy name now
say your problems out
watch them washing away in the sky
Emotions
they are abstract
can’t be catched
we think
they belong
to the hearts of men
surely somewhere else then den
they got shades
many and new
with different names
we all match them
for us to know
calendar days
after speaking to time
I went wondering
where did it go
where does it come from
from the mountains
or hills?
or the rivers and the storms ?
I took a net
and kept a snare
but couldn’t catch the time
as it is
it went on
not taking stops
says it swallow me
and go on
Hellos
We sometimes use words
like ‘hey’, hellos’
conveying more than a wave
it’s surely different from a hug
maybe being less warm
though of equal respect
