I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...

A walk besides the lake beneath the stars
while holding hands and looking at your eyes...

First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...

Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...

Oh dear, if you could read my mind,
my thoughts would be galaxies lost in the...

Yellow is the jelly that I ate
It wiggled and it trembled...

Where has my imagination gone?
It used to be like bees...

a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...