I stand on the road,
One foot ahead, where the wild winds blow.
A suitcase in one hand, dreams tucked inside,
A thumb raised high, with the world as my guide.

Eager for a cruise with a heart to discover,
Each mile a whisper, as I search for my lover.
With stars as our compass and the sea as our song,

I never knew our hearts were travelers,
fated to meet in the fleeting embrace of time,
yet racing through the moments of life.
You, sat by the window,( train in motion)
one hand on the pane, eyes tracing horizons.

And there I stood, luggage in hand,
lost in the warmth of your gaze,
wondering how I missed the whispers
of destiny in the rush.

The train pulled away from the station,
a heartbeat lost in the distance.
Tell me, beloved, will our paths cross again,
or are we but shadows in the twilight,
woven together in the tapestry of dreams?

Your worth is as Clear as every sunrise
And sure as every sunset. Count on it.

But darling, I cried as I watched the ocean waves gently kiss the sand, each crest revealing secrets of longing and love. The salty breeze wrapped around me like a familiar embrace.

With each wave that rolled in, I felt my heart break open, the water drawing out my sorrow and returning it transformed

In that fragile moment, I understood—just as the tides ebb and flow, so too do our emotions, forever intertwined with the vastness of the world around us.

Glitter on the grass, moon light glow.
Lake side view
Body splash Dancing waters.
Blankets and wine
Star-studded skies  
Petals & chocolates
Wedding vows on a corvette sun-rooftop.
Smooches and snuggles
Giggles and belly laughs
A night to remember
Tucked tight
Sweet melodies

Two hearts that beat as one, Indebted to the journey of finding each other's essences. Follow the currents that redefine our hopes and dreams. Relive the moments that weave the present into the future pediment. Forever standing as one.

Real steel
Stepping into the train
Smell of old leather wafts the air
Deja Vu slip through the mind
Sits next to the windowpane reminiscing
Couchette and crotchet-blankets
The night fall asleep

Dark subway tunnels
Black fumes and rigorous hooting
Departure and arrival
Screetching brakes
Roaring engines

Weekend gateways
Sundress and hats
Codroy and bell bottoms jeans
Suitcase and newspapers
Home and away
New skies and Fading memories