Throughout the afternoon I watched them, Wintry-leaves falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fabulously in the hazy air. I would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only lonely and more plain. The wind chimes I hung on…
When The Love Falls
These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution. Blessed are those days and nights. The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin. Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart,…
Till I Found You
Can you believe- by an effort that comforts our hindered hearts: That day you sat beside, I thought you were beautiful. Glisten as silver, your eyes sparkled flowing above that simmering river. Like a rose come tip-toe out of bud,…
Merry Christmas to you & Happy Birthday to me!(A birthday poem)
Today is Christmas Day (December 25th) and my birthday! May you all have a wonderful Christmas 🎄! I have written a little birthday poem to myself this Christmas.❤️🎄😊 To The Christmas Girl: You are always by my side, All stages…
On Trial–(A Satire)
Welcome to the Supreme Court of Humanity! We welcome the bravests among us to file lawsuits, But first we must warn you the rules absolute: Safety and acceptance are always pre-exclude, Appraisal, opprobrium shouldn’t catch you out of blue. Tell…
The Waning Scarlet Pimpernel
Like a lady dying young, withering and frail, struggled to keep a queenly compose in her coral veil, Breaking free stern silence, led by the insane, she scolded out what have all been done in vain. Then she’s gone to…
I Saw A Dead Child
1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers’ voice…
Choose You And I
Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul’s clandestine honesty. I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still,…
Me And Annabel Lee – A Father’s Hope
He was mesmerized by the poem ‘Annabel Lee’, So he named me ‘Annabel’, as Papa’s Sweetie, Even when Granny call it all was nothing, but ‘American hippie’. Prophetic tragedy as it might seemed, Me and Annabel Lee stood nothing in…
A Possible Life
Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short…
The Bravest Thing
It’s terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for…
Bath In The Light
I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two…