The windwhispers in a language that only her auburn tressescould comprehend.
He would ratherleave unsigned poemsunder her door,and feel her lovein second handfor her mysterious lover,than confessand lose her friendship as well.
I picked up a lexicon and a thesaurus just to match steps with this man, 24 years ago, while he was writing pages long letters and poems for me. 24 years later, another poem for me. I am truly blessed. Showers of BlessingShe is a Flower Child Who […]
I loved a girl.She wore sunlight on her hair,wove peace lilies on her dress,promises in her pocket,of love, hope and endless summers.She sang too longand hoped too much.Now she loves the moon.My flower childMy fabulist.
Drops of a sentimental introspective meseeps into paper,painting my life storyin a vignette.
She collects moonbeams in a jarTo sew a seamless silver scarf That would artfully hide her ugly scars.
Makar Sankranti is approaching and the kites are already out. All I expected was a gustto help me airborneI am still soaringI feel the breeze light on my faceThen I become the windUntil a tugholds me in place.My dance with the wind.
Hope leaves a shimmering trail, even while fleeing from the army of the shadows of despair
She stayed just for a while then melted away leaving a luminous trail leading my soul that lost it’s way back to the path of light.
November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 9 Nature The nest on the tree So empty and forlorn It can’t always be full They must soar The fledged nestling birds She knew that well As she nudged them to fly. But coming to the door Knowing it […]