Workshop

 

'Wait for a minute ' the very same request 

but from different smiling faces echoed in ears

I sat observing the white pigeons 

busily walking through the white tiled surface 

they seemed unbearable with the instruction 

from the long winged pigeon. 

 

My roving eyes rested on a lying man 

his eyes were pulled out and mouth was opened 

the long winged pigeon strayed around 

and flew away with a yellow seed.

Patting the decayed tooth the man shouted 

'you idiot you took my left one' 

'calm down dear, you needn't pay for that !' 

the man smiled and opened his mouth once again 

But the board kept hanging above my head 

giving us a message: Dr. Horthon.DMD, DDS.

Running Stream

Beside a beautiful running stream 
I gazed in wonder as if I saw a child
who runs carelessly with joy.   

Though filled with pebble rocks
it flows smoothly under the hot sun    
for nothing can hinder its natural flow.    

Pure love is a fresh running stream
that flows in spring and winter
but dries not even in summer.

It is the pure undefined feeling
that sprouts in hearts and spreads in eyes  
but dies not in lips and breasts.

It is not created ; but born as a poem
from the depth of disturbing emotions
and stands as a candle in the darkness.

My eyes then come across the trees
that praise the stream when breeze rises
and give shade for all beings. 

These trees ! perhaps humans
who lost their way in the stream
for who can fly away from its beauty?

I stood like a huge tree for a while
but kept going like a doll
for I lacked strong roots to stay there.