Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...
How calm, how cool aah!
In the queue of betel jackfruit, mango garden...
Once so busy path
Many times, I've walked through here...
Spring
The first warm wind breathes life into the frozen...
Summer reigns in the depths of my heart
As hope's budding seeds make their start...
Some are wilting before
Rising with the blazing...
Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How...
The majestic sun rises in the sky,
Illuminating the once dark skyline...
Closed eyes...sealed mouths
numbed by a pregnant moon...
Siblings
will take care of the morgue...
Falling leaves bluring
Against coruscating rays...
The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...