Keleina! O Keleina! You have turned from the path you once followed Many steps you took in reverse And just as it was foretold, Your body has changed into glittering crystals… Crystals of salt standing in the rain There was a time you led us in worship when your foundation was rock-solid Heaven came down at […]Read more "Keleina"
I want to walk you home… One centimeter after one Your steps in my boots With my hands in your gloves Every footstep we count Mylady, Do you really think That when the door knob turns I’d allow your fingers slip away? No dear. I’d save the last step… for eternity.Read more "Lifelong Walk"
My Son, listen to the song of your father, Attend the words as they paint colorful flavors and tasty hues of love My song is a story with mysteries which gives love a face Swallow my melody, listen attentively and chew the curd of this Ode: Love woke me up to lay me down, I […]Read more "Love Song of a Father"
Quiet solitude… In the valley of broken skulls, The dwelling of black vultures; tearing flesh from bones Ghosts of many lurking, and calling for more. Scores of souls departing the body of men, Walking the road of condemnation and sharing visible regrets My thoughts in the air, my tongue on a break Head in-between knees […]Read more "Quiet Solitude – In The Valley of Broken Skulls"
Here at the place of submission, I find generous provision of rest and enough to satisfy my thirsting I lay me down together with loaded bundles of my broken offering. Right here flows a river whose stream makes gay and lifts spirit One sip, two gulps and I am drowning in its taste: A heady […]Read more "PART 2 – SACRIFICE OF PRAISE"
Watch as these fractured legs take broken strides on patched roads They are headed to the place of ease, a site of surrender I have no grains, no bull, and no oil to offer Torn pieces of my heart are my only sacrifice I have been on a cheap thrill I have played myself, losing […]Read more "SACRIFICE OF PAIN – PART 1"
I’ve erred and now I’m asking for the divine, Will I reach out to you and you’d hold back? Will I stretch my hands in ready embrace & you’d mock my stance? Are we not kin, sister? I strayed, I was tyrant, I was cold; aloof and unrepentant. I’m over my denial, Your rebuke I […]Read more "Asking for the Divine"