The Winterstorm

Her face was pale
Her complexion white
Her coat's tail
Bloacked out the light

It was deep and mystifying
The stars that fell aground
The world was terrifying
Filled with deep silent sound

The sound of whooshing and whirring
It sounded absolutely crazy
Like that of a great beast stirring
Yet quiet enough to amaze me

The snow seemed to have stopped falling
Has it stopped or is it just beginning?
Mother Nature's tone seems to be calling
Like retribution to all of man's sinning

A large boom echoes
A huge drum made of snow
That drum it bellows
A messenger with tales of woe

Attack, power, ripping across the sky
Brutal savagery everywhere
Jolting from those down low to high
Free to abandon, free from care

Tumbling, jostling, moving things
Flurries that scurry
Snow creations like angels with wings
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry

Wind howling
Snow all over
Winter Scowling
A cold nova

Violent
Bright
Silent
Light

Is it done?
What's happening?
There's the sun
This is maddening

This is the eye
A calm reprieve
There's the sky
Hardly there to conceive

Storms come and go
Yet this one is here
Wind will howl and blow
The sky a marshy mere

Goodbye to you
While its still calm
While Nature plays too
With us in her palm

To Know

We know disaster in this deadening place
Things forgotten or skipped in our haste

Twas the night before Christmas
this winter's eve
More violence and death
than the mind should conceive

War is a gruesome
thing indeed
Fighting over anger, jealousy
or mostly greed
Only funerals and pyres applaud
those who grieve

A hailstorm of bullets strikes
at the crack of dawn
My name, call me Thomas, in this
Village was I born
I know each leaf and stone
and every lifeless thing
I know so many for
whom the death bell will ring
And this my village
my self is torn

They came in their tanks
their cars, their van
We did the only thing we could
we ran
They filled the air with laughter and jeers
we, in contrast,
with cries and tears

We have little and can do less
but we do the best we can

Lest all we know
go up in flame
And this village disappear
in all but name
So that those children will
not weep
For their parents who
forever sleep
This violence of war
must we tame

This village is quiet
as silent as the dead
A graveyard truly
when all's done and said

Picture of Burma

With her brown eyes reflected on the warm sea

Burma, mother, father, home

Breathing in fear, awaiting freedom

Longing to hear the Voice of Hope

An orphaned child, wearing a yoke

Freedom beckons, enticing

Yet as far as the other side of the sea

Our Freedom lies in a prison, yet lies in fame

Our Freedom has a voice and a name

Her name, is Aung San Suu Kyi



“Da do byae da do myae do paing dae myae”

“Ga ba ma kyae, myan ma pyi”

“This is our nation, this is our land and it belongs to us”

“Until the world ends up shattering, long lives Burma!”

Simple and Clean

Clean blood flows through my veins
Its beat controlled by the heart
Without poison, without bile
My blood flows to end from start
Unstained by mind or soul
Purity remains pure
We together remain
We forever endure

Your Name

Your name lingers on my tongue awhile
Its music curls my mouth to a smile
Short and sweet, it would herald a new day
It sparkles and shines, a sun's ray
As the sun arises, your name blazes anew
At dusk, instead of waning , it grew
And your name is you, yourself, unchangeable
And you, my dear, are irreplaceable

Song of the Student

I like to study till my eyes get sore
I study a little, then I study some more
If studying were sex, I'd be a whore
Maths? Science?? Encore! Encore!!
With those against studying, I'd start a war
For those who think lectures are a bore
Well to them I'll show them the door
For studying is a student's life at the core
Day in, day out, till our brains are raw
So for a student, to study is law