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The Invisible Omen

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I pause when black cats walk across my way, And fear what shadow waits to spoil my day. I dread the owl that cries into the night, As if its song could steal tomorrow’s light. A cat brings bad luck on a local street, Yet brings good fortune where two oceans meet. How can one creature carry double fate, Or change its meaning at a border gate? I fear a broken mirror on the floor, Yet turn away when beggars pass my door. I search for danger written in the skies, While ignoring truth in human disguise. I keep the single time an omen struck, And praise the sign that warned of my bad luck. Yet I forget a thousand quiet days When nothing happened in those fearful ways. We blame the stars whenever plans break down, And wash our hands of tears across the town. We pray for fortune before sacred shrines, While heartless choices build our dark designs. No bird in flight can decide human fate, Nor cause the bitterness that turns to hate. The darkest omen lives inside the mind That sees another blee...
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A Single Leaf

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 A single leaf surrenders to the air, A silent spiral down the afternoon, Not fleeing winter in a rush of despair, Nor waiting for a distant, promised moon. It learned the architecture of the branch, The summer weight, the tension in the grain, Yet holds no anger when the winds advance To wash the forest in a colder rain. We spend our years in barricades of stone, Inventing walls to keep the seasons out, Building a fortress where we live alone, And arming every quiet room with doubt. We bargain with the clock for extra time, As if the ticking were a personal decree, And judge our worth by some imagined climb, Forgetful of the posture of a tree. For letting go is not an act of loss, Nor is the falling something to defeat; It is the quiet finding of the moss, The bitter earth made fertile and complete.
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Paper Boat

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The moment you came in a paper boat, The sea itself felt love afloat; When you held the playful breeze’s hand, Blushes bloomed like flowers on golden sand. *** Upon the blue sea’s gentle breast, Beneath the moonlight, we found our rest; Within your eyes, I saw my own, A dreamlike world where love had grown. *** Along the shore where waves would creep, Our footprints merged in the sands so deep; The first few lines of a love untold Bloomed in our hearts like flowers of gold. *** When the gentle breeze kissed your hair, I watched you softly, standing there; In your smile, so tender and bright, My heart dissolved in love’s delight. *** With two small oars, we sailed away, Two hearts in rhythm, come what may; Together we sought a distant shore, Dreaming of love forevermore. *** You row the boat, and I shall sing, You smile, and my heart takes wing; Into the silence of your soul, I’ll pour my love and make you whole. *** Though towering waves may rise above, Our little boat will sail on lov...
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Moonlight Whisper

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  Why do tears trace down your pale cheeks, Oh ,tranquil and whispering blue night? Why fill the chambers of my lonely heart With a song of sobs beneath your light? When spring arrives, stripped of its tales, And tries to write its poems on the wind, The flowers bloom with silent sighs, While lost tomorrows rise again. When the midnight bird begins to sing, It wakes the ghosts of days gone by, And stirs the ashes of forgotten dreams Beneath the cold and starless sky. We wear a fragile veil of hollow smiles To hide the quiet wreckage deep inside, As we wander blindly toward love's shrine, Where broken memories abide. The moon spills silver on the sleeping earth, Like tears that fall from heaven's eyes, And every star becomes a distant hope That flickers once, then fades and dies. The winds recall the vows we made, The whispered words we could not keep, While lonely hearts embrace their grief And drown their sorrows in their sleep. Perhaps the night has loved too long, Perhaps th...
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My Lesson in Love

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  I closed my books and softly sighed, Where once I walked with pomp and pride. A clever mind, both bright and bold, I knew what ancient stories told- Yet there I stood, with eyes grown wide, When she came stepping by my side! I twirled my moustache, fixed my hair, And tripped on stones that were not there! I cleared my throat to speak my piece, Hoping my sudden fright would cease; Yet all my lore and learned art Could teach me nothing of the heart. My companions laughed and started teasing: “Look at him sighing in the breeze! Is this the scholar, top of class, Now turned to jelly by a lass? A walking love letter, indeed, Whose own romance he cannot read!” And yet her glance was swift and true- She saw right through my foolish view. Her eyes replied, “Forget the art, And throw away your practiced part. Be gentle, honest, bright, and wise- The heart needs no clever disguise.” So now I join the festive sound, As drumbeats shake the village ground! With flute and dance, both young and...
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Little Bird, Find Your Sky

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Me-"Please, my little songbird, don't fly away, Don't leave your nest, my darling, today. The world beyond may seem endless and blue, But will it offer the shelter I gave you? Little bird, with wings so young, Have you forgotten the songs we sung? Will you vanish into the endless sky, Leaving behind the branches where dreams once lie? Remember the tree that sheltered your sleep, The roots that held when the storms ran deep. Will you abandon the shade that was yours, For distant skies and unfamiliar shores?" Song Bird-"But listen, my love, I have not forgotten The warmth of the nest where my dreams were born. I leave not because your love was untrue, But because there is a sky I must journey through. You gave me my wings, you taught me to fly, Yet never asked me how far I could try. Your love is the shade that will always remain, A shelter I'll cherish through sunshine and rain. I know that beyond these familiar trees, Darkness may rise with the restless breez...
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Songbird

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  When first you crossed my trembling sight, A timid bird in morning light, No song had stirred your lips to sing, No grace had touched your folded wing. Like lotus buds at dawn you stood, A shy enchantment of the wood. But now, behold, how fair you seem, A vision woven from a dream. No longer bird of woodland bowers, You bloom in beauty’s fairest hours; The lyre rests within your hand, Its golden strings at your command. Each note you wake, each song you weave, Makes even silent hearts believe. Oh songbird girl, my heart’s desire, You are the music of my lyre. Oh, maiden of my dreams, come near, And grace my humble dwelling here. Descend where silver moonbeams fall, And make my home your own, my all. Let not your heart in longing roam, But find its peace within my home. Come, light the lamp beside my door, And let our souls seek shores no more. Here, in this quiet world of mine, Let love like sacred jasmine twine, Where wandering dreams at last may rest, And find their haven in yo...
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