Follow the hearts

 
Follow the hearts.
To where sarees flow. And henna run.

Follow the hearts.
To where changing winds shake the oceans of life awake.
To where growing rains nourish the sacred fire.

Follow the hearts.
To where smiles abound. And love ever-where.

Go on ......
Follow the hearts.

Dream a little beautiful dream.
On green feathery pastures.
Under the azure sky of an indian summer.

~ dedicated to my favourite couple Phil & Kel, on their beautiful union last Saturday. Cheers to love and marriage! ;)

苦笑

太平了。
       痛也散了。 无奈也过。

太平了。但
          回问在苦笑中:

                   人生多少事, 都付笑谈中。。。。。。

Smile

Don't lament
           because it's over.

Smile
     because it happened.

Mornings

         Mornings.

Finding that
                                                                 still & settled place,
    amidst the flesh parade & moving train.

                                                 Whizzing on by,
fleetingly & pointlessly,
                                                                                                       the world outside fly.

But when I think of You
                        & our scented embrace,
                                                      I find that still & settled place.

With You, 
                   close to You,

                                                                       Breathing in
                                                                           Breathing out

                                                                         I find my place.

Lacklustre

Up, up
          Down, down

              Left, right
Left, right

           Here?
              There?

Re-arranging my smaller worlds into place,

                                                              they turn to glass.

Early morning light shines through,
                             showing

                                                      Whispers of their distinct, opaque past.

They are neither right, nor left,
                 Down nor up.
    Not here, not there.

What's left,

                                      is a simple beauty like our everyday dawn.