Since the day, the wispy clouds and the blooming flowers had taught me to love...

I had so much longed to cross the bridge that leads to your house...

But now, when I have crossed the bridge to reach you, only a haunted mansion did I behold...

That neither harbours you nor your faking heart!

Sometimes blurred hopes lie behind
scintillating eyes.

During a travel in Shangri La , the floating love in sunrays and choirs of birds opened my eyes.
And I found myself lying on mat on terrace with a handsome smiling man reflecting in sun.

While rolling mat , an invisible breezy naughty kid played with my messy hair and tickled and whistled in my ears.
Seeing this , the aunt flowers smiled and swayed in euphoria.
Closing the kid behind my terrace's door just before my way to downstairs, I sighed in relief.
And the kid went very far and higher and higher...

Capturing this moment , I poured it down into my diary.

Sugar syrup is simple
just water and sugar and a bit of low heat.
But it also makes me think of you, of us
and  what it could have been if we had just been
clearer

I drift off and burn it quickly, and now it's just a brown, sickeningly sweet substance.
Like when you leave a bag of sweets out in the sun.

I guess I just miss you,
or maybe I just miss the thought of you and
tangalulu fruit in your house share kitchen.

Mmm burnt sugar on my mind.