We grown ups have forgotten the fun that’s there in the spontaneity of the moments. Doing something silly because it needs to be done not because it would be appreciated. Wondering and wandering in the clouds that take up any shape we would have wanted. Everything mundane would have been a bliss. A colorful butterfly would have been the achievement of the day. Scrapped knees would have been a reason for tears. And an honest laugh when we would have fallen with a friend…
TO ANONYMOUS
You made me your friend; I made you the love of my life! I was left with nothing more of me but you. You filled my mind with the countless memories that I pretend to forget, every hour, every second! You were close, yet so far that you never understood what I meant…
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO YOU TOO…
That glance asked him “Did you find your copy?” and perhaps my instincts heard “Just wait!”
I turned and continued my walk. Few moments passed and I heard him call my name.
OH! SO NOW WHAT? WE ARE TALKING!?!?
A SILENT NIGHT
A woman is a soul of mystery, sometimes to herself as well. She can take the pain of an entire ocean yet not shed a tear. She can be a need for a hundred souls, an inspiration to the fallen and shoulder to the broken. She can become everything one needs her to be. But sometimes she’s just her; dreamer like a child and winged like a free bird; trying to let go everything; dying to be alone…
DRENCH AND DROWN
It’s a season of endless passion. Artists are inspired and philosophers seduced. Musicians compose romantic notes; poets illustrate beauty; Painters visualize imagination and writers pen contemplation. Pours that make you close your eyes and forget everything, lead you to trance. Nature calls and everything alive that can hear the melody, responds with an open heart and is drenched in love.