Morning Glories...

sun is yellow and bright
green grass holds water droplets that sparkle,

blue sky like a canvas waiting for a brush stroke
n Ahoy! some one just painted a bird on it

scent of mist is intoxicating
inhale exhale inhale exhale

that what was once just a bud
has bloomed into a flower of joy

the symphony of life flows wit the breeze
every leaf on the tree is on percussions

me i'm just acknowledging the morning glories
inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale...

Splashes...

SPLASHES ...

polythenes acting as umbrellas ... newspaper acting as umbrellas ... bags acting as umbrellas ... shirts acting as umbrellas ... wet handkerchief acting as umbrellas ... umbrellas acting as umbrellas ...

SPLASHES ...
soggy shoes n damp socks ... slippery roads with puddles ... wet clothes running ... dry clothes watching the wet clothes run ...

SPLASHES ...
raincoats cursing at vehicles ... vehicles zipping past helmets ... heltmets wet, cautious and with kids ... helmets wet, fast and without kids ...

SPLASHES ...
tea glasses in hands ... hot hands laughing ... busy hands working ... paper boats sailing ... paper boats not sailing ...

SPLASHES ... laughing,
SPLASHES ... crying ,
SPLASHES ... smiles ,
SPLASHES ... tears ,
SPLASHES ... water and umbrellas are wet ...

SPLASHES ...
TIP TAP , RIP RAPPATTY RAP... TIP TIP TIP...GUSH ...
SPLASHES SPLASHES...

Te@cH mE teR pR@y...

Please teach me, Lord ...
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.


I've bowed my head
I have knelt down,
But ... should I be upright?
I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands,
Or ... should I fold them tight?


Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord ... what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off?
Maybe ... candle light?


Wear my glasses?
Take them off
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Gita, Koran, Bible
The Buddha or Guru Nanak?


What do you think
About the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short ... or long?


I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?


And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,
"Oh, dearest child of mine ...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"


"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.
Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."


"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast.
My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."

If I knew...

If I knew the box where the smiles were kept,

No matter how large the key

Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard,

'Twould open, I know, for me;

Then over the land and sea broadcast

I'd scatter the smiles to play,

That the children's faces might hold them fast

For many and many a day.


If I knew a box that was large enough

To hold all the frowns I meet,

I would gather them, every one,

From nursery, school, and street;

Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in

And turn the monster key,

And hire a giant to drop the box

To the depths of the deep, deep sea.

Down at the End of Your Road...

I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable,
But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad.
So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you
down at the end of your road.
And I live down the end of your road.

I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise,
from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.

By day I am a real estate gentleman.
I deal in fine properties cheap at the price.
After dark, I plan my most devious practices
which you might think are not very nice.

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
welling up, as you sit on your private throne.
Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
you would rather not have in your home.
And I live down the end of your road.

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room,
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail.
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
and your houses will soon be for sale.
And I live down the end of your road.
Yes, I live down the end of your road.
Well, I live down the end of your road.
I live down the end of your road.

Raining in my Heart...

The sun is up, the sky is blue
There's not a cloud to spoil the view
But its raining
Raining in my heart

The weatherman says fine today
He doesnt know that you’ve gone away
And its raining
Raining, raining in my heart

Oh, oh mystery, misery
Whats gonna become of me

I tell myself, the blues wont show
But pretty soon all these tears will flow
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh misery, oh misery
Oh, whats gonna become of me

The sun is out, the sky is blue
There's not a cloud around to spoil the view
But its raining, raining in my heart

i wonder...

Walkin on street staring ahead,
've got nothing to do
but drag my feet,
still got a mile to walk and i look at the sky,
'nd i just wonder,
i wonder why,
why she's upset at no reason,
will it happen every season,

a Quarter crossed
i think to pen it down;
the weird thoughts that cross my mind,
stare at the trees and i stare at the grass,
and i wonder;
i wonder how
i wonder why,
people need to tell them lies;
why the truth aint rewarded
as good and nice.

half distance across,
my brain is still at work,
kicking the pebbles and playin with my hair,
and i wonder;

i wonder how,
i wonder why,
why people need songs,
to make them happy,
is too difficult the past to,
forget even in love,

A quater left and I'm looking,
for a shorter cut,
finding none i just keep walking,
and i wonder,
i wonder how,
i wonder why,
this blue sky doesn't give me answers i'm lookin for,
and why do people complicate simple things anyway,

almost reached now and i
'll finish this song,
i stare at this
blue, blue sky,
and i wonder,
i keep wondering...

my two halves

the word life that
i play along with
has me in splits;

the sleep that
blankets me with
starry nights is split,
in sugarry dreams
and ghoulish nightmares;

the awakening that
comes with
a reluctant sun is split,
in fresh blossoms
and decayin carcass;

Life has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.

the word Truth that
i never question
has me in splits;

the fears that
surround me split,
in bitter truth
and spicy lies;

the present that
i walk in
without complains split
in glowing crimson embers
of hope,
and dark weary clouds
of disappointment;

Truth has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.