My Poetry

‘Dunes of Sand’ is the story of my life, everyone’s life.

            Dunes of Sand

To this world I came, I came innocent, with nothing, absolutely nothing, in my hand

Here I lay, here I crawled, searching for something, in these lonely dunes of sand

Because deep in my heart, lay the dreams, the dreams of a distant dreamland

 

Every inch and second I sweated and toiled for the desire to create

Stopping at times to watch the dreams come true,

Coz the energy for my dreams, from my dreams I drew

And at times to rest, before starting again, needing to rejuvenate

 

I walked in the day and I walked in the night, till I reached the gates

The gates of my dreamland with a feeling that success creates

The love, the life, the feeling and the ambition, mine

Were all for me to have an experience so divine

 

When to touch it, to feel it, all that I had to do was to stretch my hand

It disappeared, faded away, leaving me in my dunes of sand

 

Under the starlit sky, in the cool breeze, like a soldier slain

I lay on my back and closed my eyes, to dream again

 

As a beginning always follows an end

I got up and with mud dirty hands

Began to collect and clear the sand

For a new dream, a new dreamland

 

For surely yes, this is life, you lose and you get

You break and you make

You dream and you desire, you work and you sweat

And what ever else that it may take

 

To create in the dunes of sand, your own, very own, dreamland.

                        A Little bit of Life

The surrounding sorrow is life, the spreading happiness is life

falling tears is life, breaking laughter is life

in this life there is only but a little life

there is falling rain, there is a fierce storm

there is scorching sun and there is a cool shadow

the silence of the night, the fragrance of the day

the sweet smell, the breeze wandering in its search

in this life there is only but a little life

there is hurting smoke, there are soothing clouds

there is a waiting crane, there is a running deer

dry, green, single, group of trees, moving and still leaves are there

there is a piercing cold, there is a burning desire

in this life there is only but a little life

there are falling waves and there is rising tide

falling, running, still and running water is there

sometimes silent, at time the calling mountains

the free laughter, the hidden sorrow

in this life there is only but a little life

 

 

                        All names are yours

Allah is mine, Rama is mine,

Krishna is mine, Vishnu is mine,

Brahma is mine, Jesus is mine,

You are in every name, every name is yours.

 

You are in water, you are in fire

You are in the earth, you are in the sky

I am in you and you are in me