It’s the joy we have in passing time,
And the smile we hold inside
Which make us seek the new dawn
Along the fragile and restless line.

It’s the murk we dread to walk

We walk partly carrying the book of our lives
In hard bounds or in paperbacks
Turning other pages open
And keeping some folded
Exclusive for private eyes!

Outside we meet the readers

some hearts are born winners,
others struggle as lonely hunters
chasing dreams within their reach,
which suddenly slip through their fingers!

Our mind has eyes
that see the light
within the deepest dark
It has the strength
that moves within
the weakest heart
It has the ears,
which extend to listen
to others hopes and fears

If life is a piece of song
and your heart is a melody,
And just like the lyrics
which tell some happy or sad stories
If life is a freedom battle
that cries out so tight,

In the clearing beneath the hill,
The shadows danced with the wind,
Along its dances I heard music,
And some poetry softly rhyming.
The whole year round I kept passing,

shinny floating globules
so thin almost invisible.
an effervescent joy
too fragile we cannot hold.

a cluster of tiny particles
robbed of precious liberty
walled within a thin film liquid

Alone last night,
You took me by the hand
Led me into a secret trail
Underneath the rows of palms!

We strolled the quiet park
Adorned with yellow lights,
The soft sheet of grass below

In the silence of our minds,
Our hearts speak.
Revealing secret sentiments
Which survive for times
Leaving nothing behind.
For memory lives…

In the fullness of our hearts,
Our eyes speak.

Along the line we wish,
to express our thoughts
with sincere passion and somehow
in our modest green attempt
or … ‘the selected fair expertise’
immortalize some memories

Your towering built with rich green leaves
And the broad bright yellow flower heeds
To the sun’s beckoning and warm caressing,
Like a gentle lover in sweet surrender!

I see traces of beauty outside my door.
They come in different forms,
Varied sizes and different colours.
I see them walk near and far,
With some purposes inside their minds

fallen leaves rolled
as he passed
dusts dispersed
cause they must
honor paid in half.

bell tolled high
on narrow roofs
echoes of sorrows
and freedom renewed
clement look of truth.

summer sunsets are so poetic.
west horizon clothe in majesty
with ever changing colours,
as warmth melts the cold
crimson, blue or gold.
no matter what the hue
with serenity of heart

I woke up
seeing the fresh breath
of the sun
high above the August skies
with celestial flavours
unfurling leisurely,
in cheerful countenance,
upon the treetops,
down the rooftops