Coming back down from the Boreal forest,
The little twittering song birds gather with zest...
Be it childish scribbling
Crafted, stylized or mere black ink...
The Falling Lady
- Of a constellation in the night sky...
With romance scripted
in emotive expressions...
Your heart is
beating...
Havoc, why do you stomp so readily
On the lives of the innocent man...
To eat the first mango of Spring,
we walked to the park...
No one wants to be alone
Yet all are lonely...
We came, we fell
a battle call...
Place me,
a stone nymph...
A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...
Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...