My Relationship with Cigar
(Written for Paulo Coelho’s Blog)Kings matters less than subjects
Angels are subdued by beauty
Beasts burst into tears
When a rose awakes in morning
But the nectar goes to humming birds
Even after I have drink the Ayahuasca
I wasn’t able to see the Light in utter darkness
I walked on the bank of a river
In the season of daffodils
But the river never accepted my advances
I met a crouching tiger –
Outside his dwellings
I ran away
For I have forgotten the Art of Fighting!
Honey in my cup tastes like soap
Perhaps, my neighbors’ bear loves it that way
Why do I have to write Her Name?
If that has to vanish in thin air
2012-03-19
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