Locked Inside My House

                                               

                                             
                                               

An organism, invisible to the eyes

 Is refocusing my priorities


Reconnecting myself to known voices,
almost forgotten

An organism, invisible to the eyes

Is making the invisible,
visible to my eyes and mind.

Road

On a slippery
Road
Lined with
Aged Rose wood
With colors borrowed
From
Moon
And
Sun
In a wink of an eye
Fragile lives
Touched
Leaving
A Mark
No moon
or Sun
Can Touch.

Life, Wealth and Death

Snatching the yellow
Snatching the gold
Snatching the orange
Searching for my moods

Mixing the colors
Mixing the moods
Watching the sunshine
And wandering moods

So snatching the yellow
Snatching the  gold
Snatching the orange
And Bending the moods.

Enough of the yellow
Enough of the gold
Enough of the orange
Time to bury the old.