Warm nights bring soft breezes
As I stare out a darkened window...
To Meena Krish
You alway remind me of our friendship. and I love...
Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...
In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused...
People called it weird, i called it gift.
I couldn't stay so I went astray...
I feel you...
in the rustling of the leaves...
A single kindness, a world transformed,
A moment's reflection, our lives adorned...
how fortuitous
through multitudes...
She is red - ablaze with a passion so vibrant in...
She is orange - refreshingly sweet as her words...
In days of yore, a time long past,
I found myself in a moment that would last...
And so the day begins...how do you feel?
Is anything different at all...
If I’m not all in
You can surely count me out...