Holidays

Quickening footsteps
Thump
On the floor of wintry face
Bustling cars
Whiz
By the lake of solitary dace
Mistletoes
Roasting fire
And holidays’ greetings
What does your heart long for
A gentle smile
Or bittersweet nostalgia
In the white flakes
At the end of this year
What lies in the future
Is it from the heaven
Or the destiny of your hands

These Days

These days
I’ve been busy
And you
These days
I’ve been writing
Line by line
A story lies
In the valley of silver white
These days
I’ve seen
The season change
And you
What have you noticed
Is it the leaf in the breeze
Or sunshine in your tea
These days
I’ve accomplished
Finally
My first novelette
And you
What have you achieved?

Both

I hear you
Peaceful or belligerent
Scraping a piece of mind
Planting in a crystal ball
I see you
Elegant or poignant
Plucking a thorn of rose
Leaving a trace of fall
Clouds never fade
In the eye of oceanic floor
White dances with Blue
Fire mixes with Snow
They say you are the Mother
Of all
They say you are the Bearer
Of Law
I say you are the Source
Of both
Love and Soul
Hatred and Loss