It takes courage to live
Even if you have to
Take it one day at a time

Each moment you try to survive
Takes you closer to the time
When things will be better

I feel it raining,
On a cloudless sunny day,
Flooding only me.

Morning                                              
           ­                                                   hour
                           Jasmine-scented
    breeze
             Wafted in,
                                              slowly
        ­      Fusing  
                                   with the smell
                                                             Of earth...(rain-drenched)
                            ~

   Redolent              of
                     old,               rainy days
        and                                  
                                        intermittent
                        Sunshine.
   


             Mellow morning

Poetry seems to be
An imagination
Leading to an artistic creation.
The truth is
Each poem possesses a soul
Which is really eternal.

We live and die
But our poems
Never lie or die.