Breathing your last
You left us aghast...
Sitting in solitude
In a state of gratitude...
The angels have blessed me
With pain and misery...
Grew in your arms
With all life's charm...
Are you happier since you let go of the only...
Sometimes we love to be alone, to rethink what the...
Our younglife would be a history one...
Comes in all forms
from living art to dead art...
Tired limbs embraced in in the languid milk
of the still lake...
Trust.
A five letters word, Trust...
Kaleidoscopic
(inspired by Beautiful soul, probably not a poem...
Rocks break
Steel turns to rust...
To be alive, to know we are here despite nature's...
groaning and persuading us to prepare our stout...