Someone once asked me,
“What did you do
to become a poetess?”

I said,"nothing.
I only broke the dam of emotions
I had built over the years.

The flood of emotions
themselves turned
into poems
and I became
a poetess."
(I have my doubts)

Why quench for blood,
when water’s thirst
is deadly—
an endless lust?

Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?

Rain waits
for clouds
to fall.

Flowers wait
for spring
to bloom.

Heart waits
for someone
to love.