The Lake Hill Affair

2002

On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.

An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.

The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.

Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.

Pluto

1999

colorless dreams in one emotion
moody skies in boundless harmony
waterfalls that softly breezes
streams that runs roughly
great mountains in one box
two other hills in three corporate lads
headings on irritatingly beautiful wings
blue hall in a mountain full of gold
pile of cards slowly becomes wind
sight of icy-freezing lonely planet
Pluto.