A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon...
The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if...
Not giving or taking.
I will share you...
On a crisp Spring morning on a trail
at a point I was walking my bike...
Not settled anytime
between a beast, an angel and the man...
Standing higher on the pyramid
than officially allowed, yet ignored...
I will be kissing in proxy?
at the dark side of...
Winds will howl!
As the pain of rain damages...
Living,
in the wounds...
pink blossoms bow down
as I lie here silently...
Rainbows with their chosen hues
Light up the skies like a lit fuse...
I found myself loitering amidst flowers
And she ambles oh so heavenly refined...