The roof rumbled

As if to be ripped apart

While I sat, watching the trees sway mad, being uprooted

Smashed through my french windows

I sat still

Knowing it would pass through

As it grew calm

I stepped out

All around me was a wall of fury

Nature's

Mixing everything with the wind

In the eye, as I stood

I felt at home

The storm agreed, so I walked along as It went along

Paving its way

In destruction

Yet, as I held my beer bottle

It didn't bother me

Till it just faded to a gust

And subsided

I looked back

A few miles from home

I smiled

I had walked through a storm

And even it let me be.

crossing the Gobi

In the jittery rays

Of the passing light

Shadows 

Most of the unforgiving landscape

Yet now are so serene 

It is but a paradox

Waterless and parched

Would I love on to see another dawn?

Or does it mean the setting would be my last

Either ways

The lights are pretty

So is the sky

Painting my face in overlaps

Of distant dried cactus and dunes

In a pleasant wake

Of today's ending

Crossing along the Gobi.

What I seek

What more should I bring,
Offer you or showcase
In this lifetime, I seek no validitation
Nor do I need yours.
The drama and saga
Epic moments, so called
Are nothing but subtle subterfuge
Of a fleeting life.
Anxious as one may see
Anxiety is just a passé
And all that is left is Avarice
In a long wait of endings.

Yet your pestilence is forever present
I do not resent, nor disdain
For you have nothing but dreams
Of a false grandeur called life
That which you call life.
If ignored largely, in your wake
For you seek others to validate you
I seek none, I seek no one
And when the end is near
I shall not be entangled or strained.
For I can be at ease
Pass into oblivion, as lived , so dead.