sometimes
i imagine a leaf detached from a branch...

Can i tell you something?
There are days i fear my heart will stop beating...

The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

At a village,
An old man said to a young girl...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...

Some times, it’s hard to breath the idea
that the sky is grey. It used to be as blue...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...

a girl with curly hair
twirls and swirls...