It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

A Star so bright once asked this gal,
“lol, can you really write a sonnet...

Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

If tomorrow I am gone by morning
Like the moon does every now and then...

I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...

i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...

there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...

shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...

pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...