Apr 30, 2007

Road Trip



On a road trip i leave
To see a scene hard to believe
Thorns turn to pines
Rocks to snow capped mountains
From dry desert i travel
To a luscious green garden i ravel

I climb the camel back mountain
With a lot of perseverance and dedication
Like difficulties and sorrows
I walk one rock to another
All my fears come true
in the end i see it through.

As i stand on top the mountain
I see huge rocks turn small and little
teaching me a lesson of importance
time changes hurdles, minute and minuscule.



My eyes saw what i never reckon
spectacular change of a plain
to a canyon that i cant explain
first flush of the morning turns it blue, pink and scarlet
Twilight transforms blue to purple and to violet



cactus blooms red flowers
on top of cathedral rock towers
a white dove we see
peace and prosperity it foresees
The dry sand meets a stream
cascading through rocks
Turning every golden grass green



The gushing sound of stream i hear
smile it brings after a hard days hike i share
smell of cold water and fresh air
brings life to my nail and hair
Tall green trees protect
from the scorching sun that i detest.



pine trees to cactus blooms
from spring water to canyon lake
condors free fall or howling coyotes
humming birds to bumble bees
My journey starts, never to end
I have more to explore for i believe
heaven in here and its for us to preserve.

Apr 23, 2007

Off TO Phoenix!!!


I am going away to phoneix for family reunion.. will be back next tuesday with more posts. Till then enjoy reading my other posts;-)

Apr 20, 2007

Mother


This poem is for you mummy

Mother, there is so much about you
That i would like to tell you.
I am waiting for words to pour,
Like the clouds ready to shower

My mind is restless
Thinking of our various tales.
I am stunned by your beauty,
something i would have wanted hereditary

Your eyes gleam,
filled with color green
sparkles and shines
like rays passing a prism.

How can i describe
your gaze and glances
but for a peacock
in the rain that dances.

I knew eyes could see
But they smile learned through thee.
Surprise, sadness and joy
are emotions your eyes ploy

Your presence is so serene
your thoughts so clean
You never mean a harm
and maintain your charm.

Nothing matters to you
More than me and you
With me you are ready to share
every minute and second near

Your lessons of courage
were different and strange.
when i was shattered and torn
You held me by my arm.
when your support i crave
you taught me to be brave

You laugh when i do
You cry when i do
You Listen to me
advise and help me

Today i moved away
But in touch we stay
Your voice i remember
SO loving and so tender.

Often I do wonder
will i be able to gather
your qualities as a mother ?

Apr 19, 2007

What type of writer should you be?

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.
And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...
Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.
You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.