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The daylight dims, while grief still cradles in their eyes.
All these years we have been chasing a life of wanting more and more forgetting to pause, breathe
The incessant downpours of summer. And all I remember, those days that never seemed to end.
The soft voice of dew switches the nightly spell. The color of the dawn spills on the edges of le
And how do I kiss you goodbye again? When I know I love you wonderful rain.
The rain flooded into me. New sand and silt.
You are more than just a mass of clouds, you speak all the truth and goodness aloud.
A silent promise for tomorrow.
Maybe I was too driven all these years for a light, and now the fear of losing her haunts me ever
Each morning we wipe the face of fear, Sorrow sets in your skin.
And now she knows, She is enough on her own to make a start.
All I am waiting for is the dust to settle upon, And bury my love in a secret place.
The wavering pictures of the old town, The country road still crosses my dreams.
I might not be the best man to get you a passport of happiness.
Still, one prayer that incites faith in us, Love which binds us forever.
The darkness that burns your heart, A story weaves in a secret place. Years of search for a light
Some dreams bow out shapeless, Scramble under a mantle of fog. The murky sun and the gravel road,
Such A Love Spaced over the years, the faintest memories, When we embraced each other’s imperfe
If I had to recapture something from this year, It would be the moment, When we were near. Big nu
I still stand in love and light, Drop down the blinds, That opens into the thorns and thistle. I
Some days ago, We were catching the sunshine outside our door, Time felt like moving so fast, And
Just Hold On For Some Days The sunset eyes, The spirals of clouds, Gobbled some pieces of day and
Love and kindness are the best outfits you can wear anytime and anywhere.
We can never learn to fly high, With the wings soaked in doubts.
Hope is waiting for the birds again, Who flies away every evening. And leaves our hearts open, Fo
If I were to erase everything that belongs to me, I would spare my pen and thoughts for a night,
A Leaf In Spring Don’t grief when I fall to the earth. Wait for me for the time shall pass, And
My mind detours To the old-age question, I might not have a definite answer. Neither I am a lord
My imperfections. I love them all. Not because I embrace them as shield or armor. Cause they have
Life is at peace far from the smoke of theatrics.
