Whales are not scared of waves
But only of men who might kill
Whales must never forget to swim
Water may be hot or cold or dark.
Water cannot hide the men or their ships
When whales want to show their might.
Rest is healing for mind
To find rest , I stop
To think about me and the world around me.
Yet i find many thoughts trying to come in.
Will they turn into lines and flow away
As a poem , if I sleep.
Let Me Come In
Gone under bed of flowers
only to endear the fragrance
then i was turned into a butterfly.
the wings were gorgeous.
Very deep under the sea ,very dazzling
Bright hues of life under water;
nothing but turning into a pearl i would
in an oyster ,warm and cozy.
eternity is wrapped in the skies
where stars give timeless insights
on things big and small , as i float
as a cloud weightless with thoughts.
great is the theater called world
the shows never stop.
where is my part in the story?
finding my role in no act!
the mirror waits for me
return my face paints
i find no dialogues
there ! missed my expressions real.
did the script tear away?
did the pages fly away ?
leaving me undefined.
my place is among buds, seashells and clouds.
do i belong here?
is this my world?
then let me come in
to be with you in your thoughts.