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 Silence of the Night

I look for you
The silence of the night
Like the stars waiting
And waiting
For some one to show up
Oh, sure.

The time expands
Through my half open door
Takes a long lazy stretch
Like a fresh awaken cat
To fill the void in me

Nobody will show up
But my well acquainted emptiness
To hold me tight
Like my long lost lover’s
Last embrace
Her last extended kiss
Not trampled yet
In the sand of time

I feel her moist lips
Still after so many years
So many bounds of tears
So many hurts
To celebrate
My moment of emptiness
((*.*))
March 02, 2007