Rains are gone.
trains are gone...
We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...
Listless days have played out
like endless eons...
Today, the wind came
to peal my petals back again...
Every night, her
nostrils search for...
I woke up today
with one thing in mind...
Lay down,
Go on...
Was it always between us this way
how our oblivion sways...
A spand of time, where words unwind,
Trickling forth over the waterfall's edge...
In that café, I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
When you come across a bridge,
That will traverse a river or a stream...
The boy traveled far
hearing the Soul of the World...