Musing...

LOST IN SHANGHAI

I love to sleep and dream
But nobody talks to me in my dream
And I awake to talk
But nobody talks to me
And so I walk and talk to the one I know
More than else or myself,
People listen then, but do not talk,
I return to dream, and when I do
No words do I hear
So in reality I remain……..
Within myself.


FINI

Whisk the clouds and stir the breeze
For what you see you cannot,
A haze is all visible, and yet
You see within to see yourself

Frightening as it may be you stare
No clouds to whisk or breeze to stir
For what you feel you cannot feel
But death itself,
And yet you stare within yourself

Clouds are thoughts, breeze only actions
And for what you do, you do not know
For what is done cannot be undone
And death itself greets you and whispers
‘Come inside, see yourself’.