When will I wake up and stray

Pardon me if I stray
but you left midway.
Time will ask its questions.
Should I then stop,
to stand as a victim of guilt?
Will you witness the ordeal
or will you care to care less.

Night after night
a dream loops,
I keep asking the same questions.
Who knows when will I wake up
and stray.

For You Dear Sister

LITTLE SISTER AND THE PERMISSIONS

Yesterday a permission,
Today a permission,

Hey there, crow!
Why sit in our tree?

Big brother is coming.
Some are left for him to taste.

Clap, clap, clap -
Shoo, shoo!

This simple yet beautiful piece of poetry by the Korean poet Chong Chi-yong, describes brilliantly your feelings. This Rakshabandhan, its your Rakhi and this poem, that makes me realize how much you love me and how much I mean to you. I might not be able to convey my feelings the way you do, but I know that you understand me anyway.

Wishing you a very happy Rakshabandhan my dear sis and may the love we share grow stronger every passing day.

For The Fallen Stars

There goes a falling star
so you better make a wish,
If you dont, I hope you know
what you're going to miss.

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I know I'll go one day
to collect the fallen stars,
I know I will find a few
right over the marsh.

Few of them had fallen in the lake
so I'll take my fishing net,
fishes might have eaten them
but in case if there's any left.

Those who got stuck in the trees
often give a howling cry,
Might be that their light is being
stolen by the fireflies.


I wonder where the moon is
on these moonless nights,
May be searching for his friends
that fell from the sky.

I often wonder who kicked them out
or is it that they cut their wings,
Who knows what the answer is
Who knows why they are falling.

May be they are not young enough
to fly high in the sky,
May be its the death that pushes them
down to fall and die.

On the gentle winds I sleep
I'll wake up and leave tomorrow,
To collect all the fallen stars
and drive away their sorrow.

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There goes a falling star
so you better make a wish,
If you dont, I hope you know
what you're going to miss.