Gray hides clear and blue
daylight turns into darkness
Sky weeps in torrents
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
*The cloudy skies make mild the Sun's shine
Tiny blades of grass
brazenly shoot up the red, moist soil
A herd of goats takes wholesome bites
out of luscious, green shrubs
The field looks inviting and ready to plow
The earth is cleansed
Everything is new
The world is beautiful
I love the rain
The coolness of the atmosphere
Springs up in me depths of contentment
Small worries seep away
I can do anything and everything
The earth is still, Nature is at peace
Petrichor floats in the soft, wet breeze around me
The fragrance of rain washes over me
I can almost taste it
I inhale deeply, I exhale joy
I feel alive
I love the rain.*
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
I was tired enough to weep
He still looked me in the eye
My baby boy only got his sleep
From the music of the lullaby
Even after we said the prayers
Many minutes did pass by
But he was soon taken unawares
By the magic of the lullaby
Yes, he's had milk to drink
And the comfort of a good cry
Now, his eyes close in sync
To the melody of the lullaby
I bestow on him a loving kiss
I tiptoe out and tell him bye
I owe this sweet rest and peace
To the miracle of the lullaby
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
The glowing moon peeps
Through the floating hazy clouds
It's a quiet night.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
*As I rock him,
His eyes become dimmer and dimmer
His breathing is quieter and quieter
His eyelids get heavier and heavier
Until they flutter close...
He is asleep.*
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
I appear where bold people speak
I precede intention
I breed expectation
I rarely reside with the weak
You can recognize my symbol
You can use me in your tone
I am neither proud nor humble
But I prefer to work alone
I would like to haunt you
Sometimes, I'll taunt you
Until you say something
Back to me.
What am I?
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Wide, blue and endless
His infant eyes gazed, amazed
On his evening stroll.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
No thought is original
What you do
Has been done before
The ideas you get
Have been spoken for
Your work might be illegal
Seriously,
Your mind taps from
Things you've seen
Things you've heard
Places you've been
Words you read
The more you experience,
The more inspired you get.
The bigger your imagination,
The wider your creative net.
Truly,
There is nothing new under the sun
One day, my words will be reborn.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
*Colours and shades, ink and hue
Pen to paper, my thoughts renew
Often red, sometimes blue
The colours I see, when I think of you.*
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC