'Friends' well they don't always
Understand so they...
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...
Be it childish scribbling
Crafted, stylized or mere black ink...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
she listens as the night
keeps counting down her days...
When I don't hear from you
a world in me goes missing...
Flow means this moment.
Now flows like a candle light...
my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
Green makes
the world...