Butterflies

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

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

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

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

The Dance of Disintegration

A dead baby deer on the road
Never knew what hit it.
Reminds me the teenager bride
Dead by choice
Or in the absence of it

Looking at the decay of these two
Beautiful designs of the nature
I wondered
Was it all a waste?
Is the dance of disintegration
Mocking at the our lives
Even though we ignore it.

The softness of the skin
The perfectly designed eyes
The elegant gait
The tender loving heart
For the lover and the kids
All ceased to manifest
Like a soap bubble

Then
Who am I?
Why am I
Searching for eternity
In my mere existence?
((*.*))
September 11, 2000