The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
A drizzle from the clouds awakens a sunny weather, a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky. A minute seed blooms into a floriferous bliss, turning my garden into a land of angels and flies.
A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosis to come out as a butterfly. What do you name it as, A complete fall off or an after life?
The sun rises And the sun sets everyday This gargantuan earth revolves around the sun like a number of threads sewn to adorn a handkerchief for a lover.
My mind whispers a heartfelt note to my heart of the thoughts that would reside here in my absence. And my laughter that would prevail in this space, the effervescent kisses I have planted would exist after my death.