In Despair

The moon lost his glow
In the forest
Without his twinkling stars
The sky is empty and dull
Don’t you feel lonely now?

In the forest is
Now dimly lit
Without any lives to make a sound
The trees are quiet and still
Don’t you feel sad now?

Now dimly lit
Stands an owl
Without making his usual hoot
The night is pale and gloom
Don’t you feel somber now?

Stands an owl
In despair
Without his lover to lament to
The lake is cold and gray
Don’t you feel dreary now?

In despair
The owl hoot
By the lake
Every night
On the tree
In the forest
Blanketed by the sky
At the moon
Not the stars
For his lover to come soon

Don’t you my love?
I know I sure do!

Before You Finally Come To Me

The nights get lonely and longer
Without the love of someone dear

How lonely should one get?
How much longer should one wait?
Before a falling star grants a wish!

The days get anxious and painful
Without the love of someone dear

How anxious should one get?
How much pain should one feel?
Before a rainbow sprinkles some colours!

The heart gets lonely and painful
Without the love, the touch of someone dear

How anxious should I get?
How much longer should I wait?
Before you finally come to me dear!


14 November 1999, Sunday

Willow Weeps By The River

Willow weeps by the river
Its crystal tears break the flow
Wakes the underworld from their dreams
Holding their breath they gaze in silence

Softly mourning is the wind
Sway the willow back and forth
Its crystal tears are blown away
Though blend with mist still can be seen

Melancholic tune of flute is gently heard
Sadden the willow’s tender heart
Sing the willow a blue tune
Painted the underworld in gray

Willow bends to steal a glimpse
The ripple moon is as far as it is seen
The mirror reflects and the willow sees
A crying willow at the brim


14 November 1999, Sunday

Evening Wind Morning Dew

Evening wind Morning dew
Soft and breeze Light and sweet
Splashing stars Dashing clouds
Dazzling moon Blazing sun
Calm and still Bright and brisk

Whisper to the morn
Words of love
Touches the hearts
Of chirping birds
Whisper to the dusk
Words of warmth
Touches the hearts
Of rustling pines

What is night? What is day?

Roses bloom
Across the horizon
Floating spirits
Of East and West
Tune of love
Is what is heard!

16 September 1999
1:17am