Fantasy

                                                   

I was carrying on in this world, and I saw another world...
I was counting the stars in the sky, when I saw two moons...
I was clearing my thoughts with the pure air, and I realized this time's gone!
Hold on for a minute, hold on, my heart shouts...
But the moments carried on!
Every little drop of the morning dew froze themselves on the leaves of my wish-tree...
dripping down slowly are my unclear dreams...
Where can I go from here? I ask my soul...
and the answer was to carry-on!

The Flying Dove

Love, the Flying Dove                                

The trajectory of love

and the hopeless attempt to understand it-

They call it 'the ultimate feeling'

I call it a 'flying dove'

Pure and beautiful - it flies high above

The earth beneath maintains its shadow

The wandering minds never cease to wonder-

But I let it fly...                                                       

High, in the blue sky!