Bold Children

Unusual sculpture in Singapore, by Chong Fah Cheong

Unafraid 
They take a stand
But to a naive,
Its a dangerous swim
Its the knowledge 
That gives courage
To plunge
Into deep waters for easy jump

Puffed Puri's

Pregnant Puri's
Bloated with pride
No secrets told
Just hot air inside

Experienced Hands

The book of life' Wood sculpture by Nino Orland

Experienced hands 

Have a world to give

In quality verses of unknown land

Of dirt road traveled through 

Bridges of experience

For sharing them

With the virgin hands

Happy Poetry Day

Poetry needs 

Just few verses in its palm

To crush it tight. 

Fragrance spreads when 

The tear drop falls 

There is joy in the pain. 

Sweet pain they say 

I know it not. 

I see it not. 

My mind was drifted. 

I was busy collecting the words 

Left untamed. 

A Graceful Dance

There is breathless

Hush in the close

I see you move

Unaware of

Sound and fury of

My pride

Effortlessly

Like a peacock

Spreading its wings

You dance to the rhythm

Nobody guessed the

Stiff bones and your unstable mind

It was not easy

Many times I almost died

To see you fall

After few graceful steps

On the floor

Unable to arise

Remember I said

“You cannot do

Leave it,

This art is not for you”

You blinked, confused when

I packed your anklets

And kept them aside

I blamed myself

For dreaming on a star

Guilt stunk me like a thorn

I could not mold you

Into perfection

Of a happy child

But today, wide-eyed I watched

As you moved

Twist and twirled

To a rhythm of your soul

Pulsing my heart

With melody like a knife

Tears blind me

I see you shine

I hadn’t noticed

Through my night-smudged vision

That the audience around me

Did also applaud many times.

Filthy world

Awesome mural by Tasso, Meerane

Muck surrounds me

Completely submerged
In filth of worldly ways
Blinded by folds of dirt
Soul
Cries for relief
Waiting for immediate help
To lift me up
To a cleaner world.

Expressive Eyes

Eye' Painting by Katy Lipscomb

Through the window to your soul

Your expressions unfold

I see not your color

Nor caste nor creed

Not even your religion nor

Your Gods whom

You pray for your needs

It’s just your eyes

That speaks to me

Nothing but truth

No pretense, no lies

True love can

Never hide

Behind your eyes