For Tibet -- freedom to the land of prayer.

To that beautiful land
where prayers float in the wind
where the soul writes poems for the gods
where the gongs sound to silence the noise within your inner spaces
where tall mountains are temples
where the wind is filled with mantras
where pebbles, rivers ,sky are teachers
where beautiful lotuses are born from the buddhahood
Where peaceful living is a birthright.

Can there be freedom anywhere in the world
if this land of prayer is crushed by our blindness.

Hear the cry of Tibet while the new Gods of economy
wipes away her mountains.

FREEDOM ----- III

Quiet and peaceful is my heart.....
No !! this i cannot say !

It's neither quiet nor peaceful.

there're 2 things i've ceased to know since you were gone
' joy' and 'existance'!

FREEDOM --- II

I walk
into your open embraces,
you, who
bid me near you smiling.


If you knew
who i am,
You'd spare me
a thousand embraces !!!


But,
you let me pass
And , Alas i must go......without telling you my name.