Month Of Words

Today's sunset has brought,
The 'month of words' to dwell in,
And Readings of the first day says-

'O son of Man!
Be thou content with Me,
And seek no other helper.
For none but Me,
Can ever suffice the'.

'Nirvana' could be attained so,
If I could find,
This content reflected in,
My everyday work.

Gone With The Rain

Sun is gone with the rain,
To the fields,
Over the trees,
Beyond the horizon,
Pouring water,
Everywhere.

Its wet,
Inside and out,
Faith engulfed by disbelief,
Shall the sun be out again,
Or the desert lay remain,
Dark all the way.

And I shall face an icy end,
Like a seperate individual entity.

Passiflora incarnata

Stuck in the arms are
The two broken twigs of
Passiflora incarnata.

I have been entrusted to try
If they could take their roots
In the soil of my earth -
Which is short
And stubborn.