THE KID UPON THE BURROW
sfm//
(August 21, 2007)
On a rainy frosty December,
While I was rushing for souvenir,
There was this kid upon the burrow,
Who seemed to hide his eyes in sorrow.
He tried to catch my every step,
And aimed to look what’s on my face,
In selfish grin, I took my pace,
And beat the road with all my haste.
At a corner shop when I came in
I still wondered where he might had been,
The rain won’t stop the wind was chillin’
And darkness tide was fast advancing.
As I stood still to take my pick
In front of the rows of candle sticks
When in a sudden my sight flew through
An old and hazy glass window
That kid sat still on waiting bench
And kept his gaze on pouring rain
The streetlight cast a shade of pale
Upon his face that looked so frail
The scene I saw in turn had changed
The shade of light above my head
My face grew pale and I felt strange
My eyes got stuck my sight grew dimmed
He hooked me stiff from deep within
Then simply banished as puff of wind
As if to strike a bell or chime
A ring of sound I kept to hide.
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sfm//
(Aug. 22, 2007)
The flowers breathe of passion
And the wine speaks of sweet delight
O, the green fields are for anticipation
And the stars are dreams in flight
But I take you upon my wings
With a soft touch against my skin
For the love that is pure and lasting
Has a kiss of intimacy from within
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sfm//
(April, 2007, HSAI)
Life has bequeathed us one of its greatest legacies
of human existence; labor it may be a curse to Adam and Eve
but it helps us in constant distance to sin. It’s our partner to
journey called life and it brings us even closer to a grand experience
called human relationship.
MULTICOLORED
sfm//
(Aug. 26, 2007)
The buds in bloom are tender hush
Like God’s sweet sacred gentle touch
Some bright, some white and full of life
That God had scattered on Eastertide!
Each one gathers his choice of hue,
From pink carnation to purplish blue,
The crimson red and golden yellow,
The red-hot orange and pale indigo.
The nickel grey, the cherry red
The frosty blue, the desert beige
The shade of cream and forest green
The untainted white in fullest range!
I love the look of verdant field
Its slice of bliss I wait to yield
A piece of heaven, which makes me sigh
A thoughtful blessing from on high!
