Tender leaves looking out of the window that day I threw some seeds on the ground below there is plenty of water around to make them sprout moisture in air is perfect for it to grow all I need to do is to keep a watchful eye from prying eyes and from too much heat...

my ocean. do we know the world we live in or we just turn a blind eye when I try to fathom the depth I can dig I reach where none has ventured before I spread one single gesture across lands unforeseen I close my eyes and see the bottom blossoming into corals of...

a kiss I turn my gaze in and see you smiling from ear to ear smile filled in your eyes I hush my voice till it turns silent I say to you to be I ask your absence to run through my veins to fill me with presence I search in my sky and find a half moon blinking I cup my...

silent evening. an evening wandered alone in search of tightened rope between two poles of smiles an evening silently walking by passing by echoes of morning's laughter an evening filled with warmth greedily searching for some more an evening closing on a need to keep...

not alone! white moonbeam peeping through a misty window fell on a sheet spread on wild flowers a lonesome figure with eyes open smiled at the sight of myriad of dreams dancing in it each one of these had one little moon etched some a few days old, some a few more and...

single identity. those molten pearls saline drops of rain that fell from these skies we shared blues that spread far and wide blues with loads of promises not to camouflage anymore neither pain nor joy we were the witness you me and my beloved a single identity for...

my blackboard... I own one plain nice blackboard I write a few words every few minutes I write a few tales after I live them with others sometimes I write mornings with black and white feathers sometimes these get written with hues of my imagination some days I write...

fist of dreams... one little fist holding on to some dreams passes through the streets of a lost fable one sparkling chandelier lit with a thousand candles one dusty wind chime chiming with delight waves of thoughts gyrating to heart's music pools of crystal clear...

more dreams. I have a few more dreams left from the half slept slumbers of bygone years of days that ran with lightening speed of nights that stayed for ages till woken a little heap of dreams some round some solid some flowing like that moon you saw last night...

Treasure. my bosom is filled with the treasures you have thrown my way while you walked by me without our knowing when we turned our faces towards each other we began to walk with every step in tandem we crossed our paths and looked back our eyes were locked our feet...