A collection of short poems

just jamming with words

The Scholar

The Student of the Way

His practise every night and day

All the arts that meet his eye

He invites with pleasure, not too shy

Another Day

The heated days

Sun's relentless rays

The heavy load

On my back it stays

Down the dusty road

Wishing for a cooler place

Paper Square

Folding paper, every crease

Disturbing thoughts begin to cease

What seems a mess of line and angle

Soon has the beauty of a bangle

May it be turtle, bird or flower chain

Oh wondrous paper art so smart

Given to us on mortal plain

Never shall we ever part

Remain forever in my heart

O Sensei

Oh teacher of the art

Many thanks for your part

Every gorgeous move precise

In body and spirit concise

Every hour at your side

The proper place to hide

No matter how hard the lesson

Craving for a lifetime session

Gone is every fright

Replaced by infinite delight

Every grain of wisdom

Not a piece of boredom

Thank you teacher, ever kind

You're always with my mind

Great Masters

Knowing your presence

From dimensions near yet far

But feeling your apparrent absence

With every fibre wishing for a lucky star

Can't await to talk with you

Other than in images of of distant lands abroad

Awaiting just another clue

Oh, wasn't that a gentle nod?

Number's Game

Oh delightful is thou language

Discovered by thy greatest minds

More than simply thy appendage

Puts in words what science finds

Not only a past time for my head

It helps me thinking

Earns my bread

An entire world started shrinking

Giving rise to useful gadgets

Trusty aides at any time

Was I once no more than a midget

Given the tools for a mere dime