The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery of all,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
often we don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.
From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows its way,
Like a winter unfailingly melts into spring, chasing the fading blues away.
In recollection, I'd say I was happy-still, life seemed devoid of excitement,
Like the excitement of rare, purple blooms, appearing with no enticement.
I followed the same dull routine each day, and it was all quite predictable,
......
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
......
The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery of all,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
often we don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
The absolute reign of night lasts forever
And throbs from wet drums within lengthen its royal reign.
Constellations stud the lashes with midnight views;
Salutations from the owls’ wing-flaps welcome the
Sponge web of the womb of this hour
And the sable-garmented, freezing, old, festered
December day lives on.
Arrangements of coloured words without voice begins.
......
My mind had always wondered of those we live among,
too many times I heard the tales and even learned the song.
For in this world,
the mortal world,
the land of good and sin,
we don’t live alone but we share the earth with a race of living Jinn.
God created Jinn from fire and from dust created man,
mortal souls with subtle bodies,
but with a longer life span.
......
my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.
my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers
whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core
......