Monday, March 30, 2009


Go! O’ dear anon.
Seeing thou is killing
Thee have set to find
That’s nowhere around
Innocent are thee
That’s what they see
Emotions thy are strong
Hurt you’d be torn
Go! O’ dear anon.!
Go! O’ dear myne!


Brighter than lilies
Fair as queens
Had murmured thousands of times
Loved me!
If it weren’t you
Who was that glee
Had made me feel alive
Lived everywhere in me

Monday, January 19, 2009

My Courtyard's Pond

My Courtyard’s Pond

a filthy muddy pond
with few flowers around
someone throws stone
with a light dump sound
ripples are its smile
they remain a moment
then lost aside
moving to and fro
dancing flowers smile
murky wasn’t pond
has lost its beauties
‘caz of stones tough hard
O’ dear thrower
stop ever ny
happy are we
as thee throw to ease
thy palm wet brow and eye
in death culminates stagnancy
who likes to die
O’ dear thrower
stop ever ny