The older man seemed confused.
I slowed, turned in my drive.
I was just returning from the airport.
He fell on the road too,
And got a nasty **** to his left knee.
Later, I learned he had onset of the dreaded D.
This morning, I flew a plane,
Then slipped right back into humanity
From the mirth of azure skies.

I took up biking down past your street everyday.
I hope to spot you walking towards or away;
What would I do if you spun and said, Hi.
I'd get unbalanced if you looked in my eyes.
I remember how they turned red when you cried,

     Just leave me alone. Please leave me alone.
      I once loved you when we lived in our home.
      I'd have done anything when you were mine;
      Just leave me now and I'm sure I'll be fine.

This ride can never end for me.
I'll  pedal past the street haunting me.
I'll keep my head down as my wheels flee;
But I'll gaze in my mirror in case you call out to me.

Freedom is a seed to sprout anywhere

Flowers bloom in silence

                      For silence is beauty

Softness of flowers
Make them humble

Without softness
Flowers would have been thorns....

It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable

Don't you know you are against your own rising?
If I'm wrong? What is that apprehension
Fettered around your legs?

The leaves of filial are dead
Oh! We are just for bread

Speaking less is a sermon..

Solitude is the soul of life........

The flower doesn't complain against thorns ;
It just keeps maintaining its own goodness.

Your words are fire
Your words are water

Choice is yours