Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

Revolving Door

Out of the blue
In my dreamscape
People appear
Come,
Smile
And move into the niche
And I think
As if they were there for ever,

Then
They suddenly disappear
With silent footsteps
Mum is the word
Even no good bye

I wake up
Look around the empty spot
And scratch my head
Was there any body there at all?
Or was it a hoax of imagination?

Hhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm
((*.*))
December 07, 1998