The City

A line of buildings
towering achitecture
neon lights at night
the electronic screens
telling
urban development
walking in the plaza
walking through the streets
the soul restless
as if walking on the path
of memory
the quiet dream
of life
lost
feeling
calm
the city is young
and rapidly changing
new scenes emerging
from time to time
thoughts
can never catch up
with the pace of development
it makes you feel
no longer young
4G networks
interconnection
the offsite rendezvous
transoceanic sounds
this is not a dream
for that dream has become part of
the content of
obsolescence
the city is overflying
its former shadow
it is developing
it can’t stay
in the memory of its own
it is writing a book of life
with passion
and we should
write our names
in the city
with sincerity
turn the city into
a bright smile
and bear in mind
our share of the
honor.

The majestic sea

Many a time and oft
the return of sunset
dyes the blue-colored thoughts
many a time and oft
the soft sand
the briny breeze
the rising sails
the deep blue sea are
clear as the water
joyous as the waves
intrepid as the
hurricane
we
like babies
of the sea
gently fondled by
ancient nursery rhymes
still touching
many a time and oft
a new reef is sculpted by
the sea
and polished by
the waves.

Some enchanted evening

Her smile
like rainbow in the sky
the sunset was
the dimple in her cheek
her rosy lips
her blushing face
she asked
“How do i look in this dress”
well the sky had
given the answer.

Ancient castle

History walked
into the ancient castle
the past glory became
a monument
and shame carved
into the ionic column
in a land at the feet of
a king
next to an ocean stamped by
predecessors
carriages have become
antique toys
the journeying sails
chatting
about ancient thoughts.

Observation

A wisp of smoke
rising to the sky
searching for
something
an expanse of water
flowing jubilantly away
chasing after
something
the petiole of emerald green
reaching out the windowsill
anticipating
something
the road muttering
the rainy night singing
something
the muddy trail
the winding path
leading to
somewhere.

Nightscape

The sky is blue
mosaicked with stars
the sea is blue
with lights floating
stars are dense
and lights are burning
bright
in a blue-colored dream
where the sea is bed
the sky is the tent.

The ocean at night

Blue serenity
montonous roar
bitterness drifting
thirty days then a year
eyes searching
the distant passage
a deserted island, birds and jungle
reefs and rapids
the navigation lights and beacon
song of wind
and dance of waves
warmth of the shore
and the port.

Snowy

Snowflakes
coalescence of cold and warmth
separated by glasses and days
a world like fairy tale
brimming with vigor
legend
mystery
fantacy
poetry
snowflakes
like a dramatic scenery
a biological kingdom
everywhere is beautiful
snowflakes
like a wonderful cartoon
staged everyday
bringing infinite vitality
to the cold winter
bringing
the charm of reverie
to life.

An autumn night

An autumn
compiled and woven
ancient thoughts
hanging in a tree
the evening breeze
raised to the n-th power

The water is wide

The love
of the wild grinning roses
clouds whittling
reverie
still the gentle thunder
averring
the legend of the mountain
the mythology of the water