no road

i am repeatedly at cross roads

and every road i see in front
invites my eyes to walk, to enjoy
the scenes, promising also the secret

path to the depth of my soul

the God within, my own home
from where there is no more walking
no more work, nor search for rest

some roads i trod went to money

while others took me to grab and heap
and some showered on me great status
but none to self just under the feet
 
henry victor     01.03.2014

Photo Credit: Gitanjali Victor

living contradictions

she lives immersed in her own backwaters, smaller dreams

unspoken thoughts she is unaware of  like improper breathing
that is likely to kill her soul before freeing it to fly high in sky
to stand tall in that human mall of buying, selling and loving

occasionally like a playful dolphin in larger waters, an ocean

wide and deep, she props her nose as if fresh air breathing
is her top priority, for a moment making even ocean liners
to stop, to pause, to record in a horizon danger is brooding

this makes contradictory impressions in my own mind

constantly changing colours, texture and tones, freeing
fast, the previous image like a cooler evening firmament
completely dependent on that fire ball, the sun sliding

henry victor     15.09.2013