Am I old or am I young, I know not what I am.

I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced   The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us   The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…

In the night A look at the sky Reveals the lights Of stars shining high, The clouds so gloomy Against a moon so bright Under a tree A traveler sleeps While a curious owl Stares unblinking

I brought the moon back to the dark night Found the wolf lurking in the shadow of the light   He howled at me, telling me how incredible I was Making me understand why I was upon the land

He didn’t quite fit in with the rest He tried once or twice but failed miserably Bullied and tormented, he went deeper into his shell He needed support and care, his mom could tell   His mother used to tell him that he was special That she loved him and cared for him The little Read more…

I was wandering on the edges of reality Where it morphed into my imagination So much so that I couldn’t tell them apart It all blended into one patchwork of art   Lonely, and feeling deserted, I went on with my life Picking up the pieces of what was left of me That was when Read more…

In the twilight mystery, engrossed in the vagueness of my prospects, I ramble in man’s ephemeral thought: At what point do things happen? And how long is it now? How do I stave off this awful event?

The sun came up as always bright and shining The sleepyheads got up grumbling and yawning “Why do you have to come up? Why don’t you just lurk?” Complained the grown-ups who had to rush to work   “Why won’t you hide behind the clouds, you fool?” Shouted the kids who didn’t want to go Read more…

The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds

White powdery flakes drift through the air Aimlessly wandering like a lost soul They go where the wind takes them As if on an evening stroll   From the warmth of his covers With beady little eyes, he watched it float Beautiful n mesmerizing was their creation O’ how the heavens must gloat   Getting Read more…