The answers lie in the questions, yet questioning seems to not give me the answer. That's because you don't ask the right question... then which one is it?

Time will tell... it does, it tells but it doesn't tell the full story.

The raconteur in me always surfaces back, it always does... bye bye poetry. I'll see you when you knock on my door again.

Finally, I feel free

May be, if only, but not really

it's not me, It's not you

It's fate - my fate, your fate,

it's not meant to be our fate.

Oh goodness gracious, poetry, poetry
each of your forms have a purpose, must I find that purpose to write each of your forms?

A filter in the fridge
water is safe to drink
In a glass with powder
Lemonade it is.

May 18, 2014

Seek not for knowledge for at one point in time, everything will be known

Nothing soothes my mood as good than a piano song.

It looks like you are not coming back, yet I wait for you as if you were here with me sharing poetry with your eyes, but your eyes cannot see the impact of your absence on me.