There is a world Where fairies dance There is a place Where there is endless chance.

In a deserted house on the hill, Upon a windowsill, A little lamp was burning, Its pale flame flickering, On came the wind with all its might, Trying to blow out the light, But the remarkable little lamp, Went on burning bright.

Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size, My toes, a few grains of rice. I would travel on the back of a bee, And fly to all places I wish to see.   My mattress, a few small leaves, On it I’ll sleep without any grief. With a piece of cotton under my Read more…

You stayed in my heart all these years And shared with me, my laughter and tears You comforted me when I was in pain And your attempts were never in vain How many times with you I did fight? And you took it all so light You taught me what life really is.

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

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…

With tears running down her round beady eyes The little one sat with her head bent low She clutched her soft toy tight N looked at the sky, sprinkled with a soft glow   Her father came around and sat beside her “Why are you here all by yourself?” he asked “I miss mom,” was Read more…