Dream (Destination 2)

we all have a dream
humble or extreme
social or privy
you, me dreamy
as life theme

a dream is a dream

maybe it was born casually, flows casually
or born with a goal and flows free

maybe disappears into sand
a stream can flow through rocks
to reach beyond earth's crust even

a neat journey
or just chaotic back and forth
a dream to reach light
or a dream through sighing

a stream may keep flowing
till it reaches river

when a river flies
it flies in the air
currents of cloud in the sky
travell higher dare
to meet one another
there

winter, fall or summer, spring
quietly
small streams
with tiny footsteps
catwalking

also in the darkest time of night
obscure sight

come from far away
travellers of many years
dreamers gazing
what are you facing?

we must say fulling
not staying, slowly flow
casual or enduring
to our goals

if a dream of yours
we all could share
that we all are involved
then we are together
problems may be solved
just be dreamers
advanced and evolved

let there be light
let there be no more fight
for faith or idea
for right or pleasure
a dream of love
even beyond reality
paradise without infidelity

we have a dream
before we depart
sometimes it's the dream
sometimes the dreamer
left a history past and the future

with priority, You are a part
full time dreaming
though I'm in dark
yet I too can say
"I have a dream!" of day
not of night
whether I'm alive...

now
all the moves
have been moved
all the uses
have been used
please give me new idea
cubed, nude or covered!
as a dreamer

destinations

floating to beach

any destination

a coconut

amid ocean

that can't leak; 

white heart well oiled

starting to rot

before its roots soiled

before its head buried in the sand

it's all poisoned

nothing to blame

in all seasons

shaking its brain

busy with self-importance

walking on a path so ancient

the blue sea in a big bowl

heated by the sun so bored

here the moon glows purest

maddens the restless wavelets

life is a game

a brain game

a long long game

so long and so much pain

just play the floating art sanely

nobody shuffles the cards

only insanity

choose one of the paths

all directions;

little turtles crawl

by instinct

never to be seen again

toward the ocean

with its ancient trails

neverending

win or fail

on a golden track

don't want to look back

don't want to look around

don't want to look forward

now

all the great journeys

started with the first step;

 so were the not too bad

and the not too funny quests

led by the first steps to the farthest

at the first opportunities

where is it gonna be?

fate - empty are ambitions

hate drawing in the sand

persistence building a castle

grain by grain

like a monk with no expectation

winged;

counting the wing strokes of birds will be more fun

a buried head sinking

deeper; 

it is all

the future;

infallible

burden on both shoulders;

No path ever was straight

curvier than ever against expectation

predictability and certainty anchored

tiny ship amid ocean

sea level rising

where am I now?

(nice picture - thanks for all the pictures I've borrowed so far!)

Winter Rain

A very youthful image of you

When breeze plays on the surface of blue sea

In brilliant days sunshine

When sea birds fly diving through the waves deep

Seeking the reality for miles;

That was when the east lit up

With a dream; 

My eyes close with a gaze

Once again into those days

When I still dared to cry whenever I missed a grace of your face; 

A very youthful image of you

The then I was fooled enough

To fight for love given my heart

As sacrifice to convince, an’ tried hard;

Even with a little sharp pain, I used to burst

Like a balloon – filled with love;   

Beautiful were you!

Being attached, I can’t go away!

Painful were those days!

Painful I can’t get away!

Those who had no same old story

Will not know painful glory

A youthful image of you flickering in the wind of old memory

Dead but haunting an abandoned heart

A youthful image hovering above a tombstone completely smashed …

 Smouldering under a snowy volley graveyard 

Facade of Gumption

Good morning! 


Good, having good imagination

Good, it's good quality 

Good, doesn't delude the good beings who use it;

Self-appreciation's confirmed ... 

Be careful!!!
A snake handler can be killed with venom;

Self-deluded thinker - a dead intellect.
Once dead, helpless for help
Whether smartest, best in many ways! 

Good, no dead log rolling downhill. 

The best is cool but can't say
The rest is not!

Challenge is an opportunity 
For doing extraordinary!
Would ya like proving how 
Ya feeling, ya mind an' intelligence exist now?

After living ya life, where ya going?
Ever keen to prove death the end o' ya feelings?
Life's the greatest struggle - you would know. 

Life's art where beauty an' tasteless meet 

Strokes o' ya feet the invisible memory
Ya path started from birth, ya journey! 
Would ya decorate life, or just a tomb in cemetery? 

Those, who never 
Honoured ya feelings in life, 
Laying flowers  
Even gun salutes 
For ghosts wandering through wonderful tombs!

Why does a place of honour burial grounds?
Betrayal to life
Commercial to death
Rivers of feelings flow
On the surface of hearts cold
Ice-age would never return again!

Being obsessed with death, not a curse
Just face the truth!

NEVER TAME THE BEAST

Living on her bosom so long,
Ever listened an Earth song?
Her heartbeats, her weep an' wail?
Spreading by the Nile, Amazon gales,
Yamuna birds, Monarchs' trail
Through deltas, along rivers
Rest ya heart an' lend an ear;
Brute hearts won't hear such beautiful song...

Living on Earth with smooth tongues

Ever tasted –

The farm? The sand?

The fun in teak stand?

The kum or erg?

Pond water with mud settled down?

As ya walk in downtown, ever talked to the land that carries you?

Ever saluted the sky with azure shine, slightly greenish sometimes?

Ever breathed lungful of pure mists and sea-fret?

Ever drunk dew of morn like insect? 

Makes her ocean swell
Shifts her sima
Why does she make a storm
Watches her offspring mourn?
Can a mother hurt for the need o' punishment?!

The sky always blues
Even while clouds move like toys
Above this cradle o' Humanity (as a whole)
Never grow up
Never leave home adult like
Never take responsibility and manage life;
Suckling milk o' mother's love!

The battle between man an' nature

Truth will decide the winner

However idealized it’s been

The war between right an' wrong

Strong as ever
The winner is the mother! 

We can’t go back to yesterday
Either whispered by angels or possessed by devils
Keep sailing ya vessel
Joy or regret in heart
While living on Earth
What can ya do as just a pawn of a move?

Squeezed out of the crowd for fame
Never tame the beast

Why should the people who host the developments led by the government and corporations, get their lives destroyed? It's about development, must be for the people who live there, how can it be about destruction? What are the developments for when the local people are destroyed?

All Just Self Defense

Self defense: 

Attack, negotiate, run;

Predators while proud to chase

Preys proud to run away

Fear versus hunger

Internal conflict

Serving natural instinct

Torturous cycle of survivors;

Succumbed to pain

The game of life and death

Acting in self defense;

Everything is self defense

Against the attack of hunger;

We all die

Fail to kill the Bad

Fail to find the End;

Rain Deva

Have you stopped the rain, rain-deva?

Lives in fire, lives in flood

Once you help some, the rest gets hurt!

Have you stopped the rain, rain-deva?

Forests are cut, mountains are torn 

The course you glide, the path you borne  

Where the land is dirt, Lives in mirage,

Where the land is low, lives in flood

Once you help some, the rest gets hurt!

O rain-deva

Would you like to rain, or like to leave?

There trees await, lakes with children  

They're fragile, almost dry up 

Where flowers bloom, beautiful is the Earth... 

Rain-deva