tears.

i havent seen the sun today.. and yet there was rain.
the mountains were blue. the rainbow kissed the skies.
worms crawled. birds flew high, too high i could hear the wind breaking apart.
leaves slowly touched the earth. sticky soil below my feet. the glow on the old man's face.
my eyes have met the complexities of life. my heart laughed. my eyes wept.
life indeed.

angels

how helpless is the night when the sky is covered with thick, dark clouds
               that decline to show the splendid night's being.
how sullen the wind becomes when the might of the sun whips the life's sweetest raindrops,
             which, the parch land awaits in the midst of its death.
the aridness of the earth stops everything's breathing.. encloses the dream of one's life..
              like the birds that never learned to fly.. like the angels who never have learned to feel.

untitled...

what is a butterfly doing
            in a lifeless highway?
            where lifeless cars pass by
            where people live a day without their hearts? mourning.. cursing...

what is it doing in a highway that
            is cold and is withered by its coldness?

does it feel like a queen of this place where tears
           hardened the air?
what is it doing in a highway where
            the sun refused to spread its warmth on?

does it hear music when it gathers strength
         to move its supple wings?
why does it dance gracefully, beautifully along the stony
        silence of the highway?
is it not life attracts life just as love begets love?

what is a beautiful life doing in a lifeless highway?