Turning point. when you came I took a turn I found the road straight ahead to be leading nowhere yet I was treading softly steadily till it took me where I belonged the final abode a peaceful resting place for souls that keep searching for time not sketched markedly...

morning mist. This mysterious morning mist wakes up in the middle of a dream dreams born of lives lived spent lives that demand to be revisited lives that passed by idle vacant benches that were kept for love to blossom spaces that could be filled with laughters...

two hands. two hands swollen for want of warmth two hands resting within their worldly exterior two hands when spoken to replied in affirmative two hands that never forgot to rise while in demand two hands lying unheard in my lap two hands needing comfort came close...

let the tears flow. let the tears flow unashamedly down these flushed hot cheeks for tears are here not to tarnish peace tears trace their journey of fulfilment tears join that applaud they all presented at the altar of wishes granted on behest times unspent, journeys...

success... when it touches me it leaves me groping for more success tastes like nothing else it has the fragrance of human blood and makes me feel like a roaring lion when a drop touches my lips I need a few more a few more of those drops of lovely red shining nectar...

I am a river... on the way to lush green rich thick forest loaded with bountiful nature creating ripples of terror unseen, unheard of there he was in red trousers and black headgear awaiting innocent birds to peck on grain he had spread around like the rumours of...

this can't be... another jolt, one more sweep down many feet heart skips then jumps up and gets tuck in my throat turbulent weather gory details, no, this can't be so soon? so sudden? No! this can't be! I hold my little darling's hand she looks up with twinkling eyes...

I belong to you. the moment I happen to be in your presence I bow to you I celebrate every moment of being with you I stand in front of you I admire your majestic beauty your magnificent view takes my breath away your sandy shores beckon me to sit on it savour that...

Reading habit. reading habit is like another part of my soul I have learned to live through reading I live the lives what millions have lived before I live the lives what multitudes will live again lives that are loved, rejoiced, celebrated lives that cherished every...

I want to be reborn... God let me be born once again let me be born young like this dramatic ocean forceful, buoyant, full of zeal every single drop is nectar to lives living in me God make me wave after wave of unending love God put me on the hearth of this boiling...