Go Wherever You Like

Assorted pieces of poems from my past notebooks.

Go Wherever You Like

Go wherever you like,
but you must come back here.
Our way is one.

Do whatever you please,
take whatever you desire,
but you must keep those away.
Our way is one.

Act like a mountain.
Say what you want to all,
but you must know at last:
our way is one—
and all of these are useless.

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Life Taught Me

Love taught me to fly
and to live.
Life taught me to cry
and to die.
There is nowhere I can hide.

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Dream

The poem talks about a dream. The dreams were useless to him when he came to know. Only near his deathbed does he pray that if he has done something good, he may be born as a good person—or not.

As a child, I had a dream:
to fly in the sky and to travel by train,
to eat in palaces and
live like a royal king.

Afterwards,
I have been in the air.
I have been on trains.
I have eaten palace food,
and I have lived a king's life.

Now, what I dream is—
and this is not a dream—
it's a reality,
very important.

I pray:
never to die,
or for a good rebirth after death.

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Did You Fall and Break Your Heart?

Did you fall and break your heart?
Did you cry and hate your life?
Did you live a painful life and get hurt?
Did you think of taking revenge?
Did you suffer from memory sickness?

But never forget: there is love,
and you must prove it through your tears.
Always remember there is hope,
and always remember it is good to love.

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Love Where You Live

Love where you live.
Have compassion for everything.
Love the wall in front of you.
Love the stones, trees, dust, rivers—everything.
Then you will love yourself.