While running through some of the main wards of Tokyo metropolis, I got some poetic inspiration.  Just returning from Japan, I got inspired to write something on the plane.

Thank you Guru, thank you Japan.

My favourites are the last ones, about Tokyo.

Tokyo (I)

Asia’s cherry and
Europe’s rose –
In the selfsame tree
Blossoms Japan’s soul.

Tokyo (II)

Citadel of silence
Dreams of the highest
In her answered query
Japan’s five-petaled cherry.

Tokyo (III)

Her body a land of duty

Her vital a fort of purity

Her mind an ocean of silence

Her heart an altar of simplicity

In her flourishes

Japan’s jewel Tokyo –
The joint streak

Of a smile from the Sun
And a tear from the Moon.

Japan (I)

In a land of beauty
Sprouts from the earth

A body of purity and
A temple of silence

Scattering moonlight
In starclad firmament

Sakura sakura

The life and dynamism
And people of elegance

Skies of silence-vast
And Tokyo’s might

All bow to the minute merry
Of Japan’s blossomed cherry

Utsukushii

Japanese language

is that which

the more I know

the less I know

the more I like

the more I like

the more I understand

and the less I understand

– the more I like.

I like its charming childlike sounds

I like its hide-and-seek of words

I like its beautifying of words

I like its addition of non-words to words

I like its love of structure and non-structure

I like its cadence more like a train with a few clear stops

I am refreshed by its simple grammar and few exceptions

and baffled by its writing system

adopted from Chinese and made irregular and chaotic

so that I dare not guess-read the names of my japanese friends

so as not to call them “lion-cub-rice-field-swamp”

and last but not least

I love its loanwordmaking square-type forge

– by that it is made all the more childlike

and all the more beautiful

and I simply love it.

When near you

I am your babe-in-arms.