Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of… Continue reading Tonight

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a… Continue reading I am a flower

Home

my homean abode of peace, ataraxia atopthere gleams a hope in the times of despairand the celebration unfurls in the times of happinessit has been a safe havenall my twenties, I wonderthe walls still reflect ocean secrets anewthe corners continue to weave relationshipsthe windows, such lovely voids I can always count onthe silk curtain adorns… Continue reading Home

Wandering Cloud

The endless classics she read,  The amaranthine love she felt in between the lines of her books, The love she always searched for in her life,  Never to be seen anywhere.  And then he appeared to her like a wandering cloud,  Illecebrous and magnetic,  Offered her the downpour of love,  Guiding her to the light… Continue reading Wandering Cloud