An year ago began a story,
Like any other,
Two lovers live a tale,
A journey, a song ready to be played.

The Boy~

Chasing his dreams, the handsome boy knew no bounds,
Falling in love was the last thing his mind could topple around.
But destiny had a surprise in store,
His life was going to change,
His heart even more.

A dream came by,
Smile worth a million dimes.
His heart skipped a beat,
In that moment,
Destiny wrote their names,
with a heart in between.

He never thought someone could understand him so well,
To believe what he said,
To feel what he could not tell.

He knew he had found the one,
Whom he could trust,
Who cared for his innocence,
Whom he loved more than anyone.

Time passed, things changed.
Fights , ego , laughter,sorrow, paid a visit.
But the bond still remained,
Forged by destiny,
His love will always remain the same

The girl~

She had the world at her feet,
Excelled at everything,
But still,
A void remained down deep.

Meeting him, something struck her heart,
Her father's presence came to life.
She knew he was the one,
Whom she could trust,
Things she told none.

She found him a little dumb,
Naive to what the world had become.
She knew she had to protect him,
Against all harms life brought within.

To feel his touch was what she wanted,
But destiny put her to test,
Her wish was not granted.
Living at the mercy of fate,
She knew she could not stop,
He told her often"THIS TOO SHALL PASS".

Time passed, things changed,
Tears, silence, ego crept in.
But even then they came out as one.
Her love was something uncommon.
Even a thousand miles seemed less, often.

The Poet~

I can't tell you what is true,
I am a poet,
My poems are at the mercy of love's virtue

I feel this story has just begun,
To be remembered by many, not one.
Their love is pure,
I can feel it inside,
For I heard them whisper" FOREVER STAY BY MY SIDE."

I've seen them live,
I've seen them love.
Now I see them rest, beside one another.

A feet apart they lay,
My occasional visits and nature,
Are the only ones who stay.

Some days the winds blow heavy,
Nature uses its brute force.
I still stand in the rain,
My ritual cannot go in vain.

Just as I near the end of our conversation,
Something old catches my eye,
Engraved in the stones,
It still makes me smile.
My steps recede, the music silently dies..
The tombstones say
" FOREVER STAY BY MY SIDE".

There's a ghost in the machine
A distant heartbeat
An echo
A recollection of tides pulled by the rhythm
Of the moon
A lunar cycle
Of leaves swirled
And now settled
By the whisper
Of the breeze
A message repeated
But not audibly heard
Remembered and understood.
You are in the right place
Where you need to be
All you need now
Is to breathe and be.

Lilac hush
earth, half-waking,
baroque birdsong.

Moss curls ,
dew beads on nettle’s tongue
small, glassy prayers.

wind
silk-handed seamstress
stitches light into every leaf,
veiling the world
breath and bloom.

Bones of old trees cradle the sun’s milk,
wildflowers nestle in their ribs
what dies here, lives softer.

river, translucent and slow,
spills silver veins , the skin of the valley
a quiet pulse beneath the green.

Somewhere between sky and soil,
we become the silence
lungs folding into pollen-laden air,
fingertips brushing the hem of forever.

Nothing belongs.
Nothing is apart.

In the meantime,
the world remakes itself
petal by petal, wing by wing
and we, fragile passengers,
are simply learning how to listen.