My love to you is pure
it lives in my throat...

Written to Ben -naughtymouse for a club challenge...
In the sanctity of your poems...

Under that blazing ball of fire, I stood,
holding a cup of green tea in my hand...

We love
We hate...

Deciduous tree,
hide my pain beneath your leafs...

He raced towards me
pulling me into his chest...

I remember those precious moments
when we used to play in our backyard...

I love you
because you have big eyes...

Everything I do is becoming flat,
painfully struggling to maintain dimensions...

Do you still love me???
I ask you with fears...

My heart skips a beat,
when you approach my soul...

Windows became crafted
with indelible pain...