As I sit here, the waves touching my feet, a kiss on the skin, then a retreat; Looking at the orange canvas I recall how my mother always told me not to click sunsets, whenever I showed her a sunset picture, she would go on and on about how she always believed and felt often […]
Tag: love poem
the park bench
She was in the park by seven anxiously waiting, hoping he would come early today, looking at the corner bench – their usual seat worried, would it be easy to leave all this behind and run away to a faraway world away from the memories that clawed to her heart, run away to somewhere they […]
About new years and hope
What is it about new years and hope? every year, as the last number (of a date) increments itself by one, our hearts are filled with joy. the change of just a number makes us feel closer to hope somehow, for it feels like an opportunity to restart and re-kick life; just as earth begins […]
solace in specters
Sometimes on my way homeI take a detourand visit the haunted house of our memories;I try to spot the specterof a love that we once shared, unable to pick and removethorns from the nightmares that still visit me some nights,even after failed attempts of uninviting them,of un-wishing them;The haunted house is painted black,and the door […]
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