Forty-two

If the answer is 42,

And the question is why

Here is few wonder- whys

Does sadness hurt?

I go looking for it

In books, songs, poems and pictures.

Does sadness not hurt?

I run away from it

Into drinks, laughter, loudness and crowds.

Does happiness have a face?

I draw faces with stars at night 

Smile at strangers with your smile.

Do stars smile at night?

Or are they the tears of night?

Are flowers happiness?

Or just the roots' unheeded 

love-letters to the sun?

Why is the answer 42?

When all I want is you?

Crossword Puzzle

Grammar plays scramble

Words and phrases tumble

Each little letter yields

Heady morsels of steady rue

Seize them with my pen

Slay them, lay them

Vertical-Horizontal-Diagonal?

Jumble, toss, and try again.

Clueless crossword puzzles

Second singular, first possessive,

Everything in between, just naught.

My mother tongue speaks a lot

And pauses in her noble vein

Somewhere in between

Music, coffee cups,

Light afternoon rain,

Mad fingers

Scramble, jumble, tumble

Heady morsels of steady rue
You not mine.

Crossword Puzzles

Two cups of coffee,

light afternoon rain

Alone with words

Grammar plays scramble

Snippets of time deliver

Meaningless phrases

Written vertically,

Horizontal-diagonal,

Crossword puzzle

Clues: mine, yours.

You, not mine.

Mother tongue says more.

Silence, perhaps even more.

Music,

coffee cups,

light afternoon rain?

Meaningless phrases.

Lost Chapters

You filled my book, page after page;

Yellowed cover, frayed binding,

Pressed wild flowers into chapters

Wayward trance recto, verso

And I ran hungrily, singing your songs

Your dreamy toes etched bewitching

Silent tales of sun drenched seaside

Verse, chorus, bridge and refrain

Golden diamonds splattered again

And I ran greedily, gathering them all.

Those verses, chorus, and refrain

I sing and hum them many times.

Those chapters, yellowed cover, 

Wild flowers, wayward trance, 

I search for them in books some times.

Pictures From Long Ago

Bloodless stains spreading nowhere

Splintering frozen time, grainy arcs;

Captured in the wrong way, away, long away

When chemicals brought pictures to life

And shades of white cuddled up with grey

Frayed rectangles of fractal yearnings

How sweet, how sweet, that long long away!

An Afternoon in a Rainforest

Sunlight ripples on gamuts of green,

Dancing with the eastern wind;

Autumn's gentle shooting stars;

Mellow drizzles on unwoven carpets

Velvet, fragrant moss;

Petal-soft ripened leaves,

Sturdy trunks jump up to court

Chary stars of daytime skies

And at once, unforeseen

a million jewels spring up from nowhere

Treasures of a forest nymph?

Or maybe just beauty, unseen,

wasted, untrampled

Shrill cicadas synch to the song

sung from afar by the eastern wind

Silence lurks, prevails and mediates

In midflight, the heroin, wonders

surely what keeps her aflight;

Or does it not?

Gracious wingspan, feathers light

Air in her bones, wind on her wings

Or maybe just beauty, unseen,

Wasted, untrampled?

Drenched in the rains

Spring had come and left too

I remained drenched in the rains

Summer's winds could not dry 

Neither could the winter freeze

Autum ran here and there but

I remained drenched in the rains

Those glorious rains! 

Waters from the heaven,

trickles of sweet hope and stark faith

Gushes of angst of all things missed

The lazy afternoon showers of sunlit confusion 

Meaningless drizzles of daily conversations

Whichever way life chose to wet me,

I remain drenched in the rain.