Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers; then jumps out upon that same old harbour, leaving the lonely boat unanchored... Of the story he has now much gathered, from the traveller, the mother and a boat ride he vaguely remembers. Entranced, he walks up to the last… Continue reading The Boatman and the Moneylender
She was a tree in the wrong garden, unsunned, unwatered, unseen; only her fruits were awaited and gathered, leaving broken branches upon the mossy green… She oozed sap tears, in the night's pall, rooted, yes, but forever restless; longing for the forests to hear her call… for her heart lived and breathed in the wilderness.… Continue reading ROOTS
Starless winter night, the cold dark waters - the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers - yet waiting in agony at the rainy harbour, stands an old woman with a man's hat for shelter, crying, "How now Boatman, are you there? My son took the ferry last Wednesday, and I've heard none from him… Continue reading The Boatman and The Mother
The soul isn’t meant to rest in peace for the soul is ethereal, the soul is free, the soul flies away to worlds unseen, leaving to ashes and dust the body they’d been. No eulogy to express what your life meant to mine; suffice to say that all I am is due to endeavours thine...… Continue reading In Your Memory
Don't aim for me when I'm gone, when all there's left are memories of old songs I sung; don't aim with roses or with a gun, when all there's left are memories of the tears and fun... The birds have migrated to the West my love, each and every empty nest now boasts of only… Continue reading OLD SONGS
