Rajabai Towers or a surreal owl ?

High on the big clock tower…
Of Venetian-gothic fusion octagon power,
High on the big clock tower…
High enough to see you all…
Your faces search the skies…
Standing in doorways;
Mending thatched roofs over one’s head;
Treading, trudging, nudging, precipitating
Struggling to pave one’s way…….
Sourires des matins
Gorgés de lumière
Les pieds s’y plongent…
Grondement lointain
Battement rythmé
La foule vacillante – lancinante swarms
Jamais fatigué
Jamais lassé
They march with the gleam of their dreams
Letting nothing them stop…!
Souffle chaud
La voix dans le silence
Le ciel orange du couchant
Ouvrant les abîmes vers l’inconnu
Vers des nouveaux rivages…
Habite ici ce hibou…
Habite ici mon âme
Je reste réveillé avec les yeux-les cadrans jaunes,
Dans le galop du temps…. !

heart warming birthday

There is silence that nothing saith;
one we know and have known for long,
one we know not, but we shall know....
the silence of life forlorn....

There is silence that nothing saith;
that words could ever speaketh,
like the spring which bringeth forth her daffodils,
like the green lake water that runneth deep and still,

I liveth my life on a will upon a whim,
but thou love and thoughtful care maketh me swim....
down the silver cascades
shooteth me up the clouds of fluffy cotton...


for after long days of work and the lingering sun,
of work that surmounts always, work undone, that must be done,
as the west grew crimson, the sun smouldered red,
thou hath made my day rosy, chocolaty and special, special 'unsaid'.....

no hovering melody of birds could ever express
the absolute contentment of my heart whicheth without words.....!!!