A radiant look,
came over, her face, like a
sudden burst, of sunshine,
on a cloudy day, then
smile flashed
over her face, like
sunshine, over a flower,
as I say
"I Love You"

might altering day,

"I miss you.."
and I
"I love you.."

The end of life,
is only,
when you are
*DEAD

I wish to be
postage stamp,
so I can travel
the world with
no
boundaries.

Woke up, these morning
Saw the cloudy like, rainbow
cotton candy, so edible
Felt like, angels lies on the cloud,
whipping some colors on it,
colors like, snow white,
pale red-peach-yellow-orange,
its radiance, affected
my sight, lost my blink, by minutes,
somehow bewitching,
rarely inexplicable moments.....
I wish that very minutes eternal,
I was pacified and ease.

Fantasy no. 3 of Mozart, and
Sonata of Beethoven,
flurries a similar tune,
addicting us to sleep.

Morning Dew
Before Sunrise
Very Excellent
Elixir
Of
Soul Therapy

Writing, doesn't mean,
you wants everyone to like it,
once they read is enough,
whats important is,
you write it through your heart.

is like
moonlight in a,
lofty wood, that
pours pale magic
through the
shadowy leaves.

I believe, as fast asleep,
my soul, flews away,
enjoying sight-seeing,
at random spot,
which is,
far,
step ahead from me.

How many ever notice,
it's an alternative cure,
throughout troubles and crumbles,
yet, its an amazing healer.

What comes tommorow, week next, month next, or year next,
is unpredictable, but
whatever possibilities , is yet to be prepared by now.

Our secrets, can no longer, be store, between us,
somehow, someday, soon, it will be revealed,
by some  knack, a ****, a wunderkind,
previously invented, the iBrain, yet
to advance completely, one day, system
no longer be, restricted.
I wonder, how could that day alive...
What resulted, next.. but, i'm sure..
i won't be alive to see.. then..

The sun, smiles unceased
smiles even more, by seeing our happiness, excitement, cheerfulness
and
It says "good morning" every day, by
shining our day, shining every life.

Failed once,
there's always second,
Failed again,
there's always next.

"My brain is killing me, 'cause, its prison my words"

is
lost and tossed
like a ship
unruddered in a
shoreless sea.

dwelt, in
that frail body, like a
bird in an
outworn cage.

wings, its way
across the sea, like
a bird of prey.

The perfect time to unleashed the tears is, upon rainy days, in the bathroom, while waters running..
for one couldn't notice you..

Hidden truth
was like, a
bad taste
on a, tongue.