eeeaaaoouuuaaayyyy

Little Prince of middle earth
With a vision more than eyes can see
Brings more to waves than dance and spree
For it's that time of magic's birth
Places to go, spaces to fill
He moves around but can never leave
For this gentle soul with much love
Is guiding us all to our free will..

Love you tons and moons.

:)

deseeded watermelon....
fine sand....clean hands....
Sanjay Prasaad Nitesh.....
job well done....
sincere carpenter....
meera maid in heaven.....
music well mixed.....
some poetry born...my camera on song...
a talk with leafhands....
just washed feet an inch lower goes heel....
and on...and on...

the one.

THE doctor all of us know

The soil on which the fortunate grow

A proof that covers can be deceptive

The bare truth, the blessed mind

Much of higher showers & all of life’s find.

Straight from God’s own busy hands :-)

Out to heal few and many.

Cannot ever thank her enough

All the words never match her touch

The healer. The teacher. The seeker. My good karma.

Dr. Lakshmi Prasanna.

naked as we came

In the rustling spring

Through the mystic eyes

Over the seas of joy

From the corners to the clouds

It takes me here and there

The magic of music

The magic of Iron and Wine.

When the number so large,
looms around, I am not so fond.
When the blue sky so big,
blooms above, I am not so sad.

rains

Moist and chilly, green as never before,
I hear the wind rustle, I don't get the song.
They're calling out loud, the shower, the leaves, the cloud,
I nestle in my room, in here my comfort zone,
this hide-out where I'm all alone
can sing me to sleep when I want to
but I don't get to hear the wind, I don't get the song.

unsaid.

i may not look you in the eye
some things are beyond what, where and why
when questions cloud you, and words fail me,
find me reaching for my world that lets me be.

Few days with Mitch.

On a pretty shelf in a warm home
he sat by the name of Mitch Albom.
Of Morrie Schwartz he spoke.
All my veiled emotions he stole.

fa(r)ther

My rods and cones dismiss the lantern
only to wait for the stars to show up.
I wake up soon, gladly so
but the light of the day still remains to flow.

For the leaves that remain.....

You are a reason to love

A promise from above
That there be no complaints
In one spirit comes so many saints
Oh the fiery you sent no pain
Many a memory sing thy name
when I look out of the window
and I know there's no wind to blow
The leaves and sand remain...
as I lose to London...
the most beautiful devil
the most aggressive angel
Lovable either which way
I'll miss you every single day.