Ashtray

The smoke fills the room

Your eyes

They pain

They twinkle

For the wrong reasons

The smoke fogs the vision

The smoke clogs your decision

It is time to tap it

Breathe in to breathe out

Breathe out to breathe in

Could not take the leap of faith

But, I took a drag

To the end

This heart is now an ashtray 

Effect by Ajey Padival

Copyright © Ajey Padival 2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com

Eye

You cannot look me in the eye

You cannot look me in the eye

You cannot look me in the eye

You cannot look me in the eye

With every breathe

You say goodbye

You say hello

With every breathe

With every day

Comes a new memory

Comes a possible destiny

With every day

Catch the melody

When you can

Let it ring, let it swing

When you can

I cannot look you in the eye

I cannot look you in the eye

I cannot look you in the eye

I cannot look you in the eye

When you try

When you cry

When you lie

When you die

I see it in the eye

Let me look at you

Let me look at you

Let me look at you

Let me look at you

With the eyes from another

Photo by Ajey Padival

Copyright © Ajey Padival 2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com

Clouds in the water

 

That secret bird

Chirpers

The eternal truth

On the old pine tree

Pleading innocence

In those round eyes

That longs for the full-moon

The thin sunlight

The thick chills

Another year is gone

Cloud after cloud

The water frees from the ice

Into a stream, she then smiles

Sunrise rises to awake

Breaking from the reeds

The stream’s now dripping red

With a spring in her step

Ducks quack on the lake

They see clouds in the water

Photo by Ajey Padival

Copyright © Ajey Padival 2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com)

Scarecrow

The first greeting

For the day

Comes from the crow

Frightening the sun

The wind, and the leaves

It stands strong

It gave her company

In the fields of green

Precious scarecrow, he leans, but never sits

Under the moon

The scarecrow is bored

But, he stands with the pain in his legs

The cruel unforgiving winds

Of winter

Whitens the sleeves of the scarecrow

Pointing at the empty field

He knows not where summer has gone

He feels warm, because she’s there

The scarecrow bows

To the end of the funeral

And, awaits the new child

Insects fly

They cry

Where once the scarecrow stood

With the end

The scarecrow grows longer

But, then, the shadow declines

Without the scarecrow

The field is lonely

She dreamt

She dreamt she was alone

She dreamt she was alone in an empty field

But, she wasn’t

Photo by Ajey Padival

Copyright © Ajey Padival 2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com)