Sunday, April 17, 2011


When I speak, I ask questions, while some
continue to babble; I always hear

like clear water: a look
on the face like a stream

which cannot be dammed. It says
be tranquil, dearest, as shade

over deep water; you are
clearer to us, as dear

as the river stones, as smooth
as the voice of the river.


Joy Palakkal said...

Spontaneous flow of tranquil feelings!!!

Wish You All Best Wishes!!

Bethany Elizabeth said...

Lovely poems! I especially like the first one - it's beautiful. :)