Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well … Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
The pond, the lake,and the little lotus,Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving. these stories are real,like us, but, they never share us, like we never share ours. … Continue reading Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.
In midst of life,In lies of the world,In my craving thoughts,I breathe of disguise,I am not your worthy,neither trust Worthy,But I do love you. For that reason,Or for many reasons,I … Continue reading “I do love you” |Poem
Time escapes,faster,wildly,unrealized,unpresented,but slow for the fastest. In the arms of heaven,it never sits,but keeps running,towardsa never-ending race. We,On the other side,Keep waiting,for the right time,to strike,for good,or for fortune. It … Continue reading Time escapes
Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If … Continue reading The clock on the lost wall
Two ends of a sphere,
Me and my Heart.
One lives with me,
to never found me again.
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, … Continue reading The beauty of Life