A Nomad's Life

I am a nomad.

I've no home to call my own.

my home is the world.

Dry Rivers

How can you stop time?

As rivers turn to deserts...

You know all will end.

On September 11

On Nine Eleven.

I hear the dead still crying.

"Stop this violence!"

Escape from Ego: A Quintette

1

Abandoned by friends,

Shamed into peaceful solitude.

Seeking my refuge.

2

I lost all my pride.

Shameful was my arrogance.

I find emptiness.

3

These verses I write.

Aren't they the of cry of Ego?

Seeking permanence.

4

Afraid of itself.

Finding its true nothingness.

It ceases to lie.

5

I am sad but free,

Free from pretensions.

I am what I am!

Farewell to a Friend

These happy moments,

 

Learning together. Have passed.

 

Precious memories.