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...
insufferable
smart Alec saved his friendships...