I couldn't tell my minds yet
Maybe I am not perfect,
I keep you in my little heart,
but I am a failed poet!

I have found the moonlight
on your happy face first,
I am always ready to fight
for you my sweetheart.

I would be a romantic cricket
and sing for you tonight
to make your dreams sweet,
Then you will feel me, I bet.

My night dreams
will come true
in the morning,
if you come with me
for early walking,
my sweet darling!

My day will shine
with your love
as like a rousing,
if you smile at me
like the blazing
sun, oh my darling!

My work will find
a perfect rhythm
in your feelings,
if I reach your hands
in the late evening;
I miss you, darling!

A tragic result of this virus
is our fear of others’ breath,
of being right next to death.
Yet when poets breathe
it is the words they leave
that render light and life.

May we again
on our faces feel the wind,
a gale of passion
a tickling breeze to tease
our imaginations and wit.
May we soon smile
or even laugh in a little while
and be close enough to hear whispered
a naughty limerick
or an intimate loving verse.

i see your breath,
cold calling,
i must confess,
it’s shivering.

a pale dew,
from your lips,
thirty-two,
and falling.

looking back,
i’m painted blue,
your exhale
was resisting.

Come to the river
The river knows everything
It contains all shades
Jasper, emerald, sapphire
No past, no future
But a deathless present is
There. Swim and know all
From the mountains to the seas.
Intimate secrets
Are reflected to the sky
Listen closely to its cry

Forgive
The one, who brings hurt
One day you may forget
The hurt

If people understood people
Wordlessly, it is understood
Words never conspire
It is the thoughts

Sever what’s unsavoury
Separate,
weeds and seeds
Plant what you can feast on and feed

🌿🌿

Earth is in orbit.

I can see it in the window.

From the window of this
Conflict-free
Facility.

A crew of
Four souls

In gravitational symphony.

A crew of
Four colors

Ad rem and
Unsegregated.

The vastness of space
Brought us together.

What's the transmission?

"Why can't the world below
Live like this?"

i really love you
i don't know how to say it
so here goes:

if we went to the moon
we'd splash down over the mariana's trench

we'd sink straight to the bottom
and somehow float to the top

the thousands of miles
to that greyish white rock

but somehow the 7 miles down compares

if we were a castle
we wouldn't be a french one

the stone fortresses of ireland
are much more our style

northerners don't belong
on the southern grounds

so we continue on through the night
and dip our toes into the end of the world

the rio grande may twist through siberia
but somewhere in there is our oasis

and all the miles we travel are the love i have for you

goodness is more powerful than evil
never hurt a child
the meek shall inherit the earth
love is, luck is, skin is,
we never have to hurt ourselves
to feel our love for someone,
we spoke to the evil, it said
that it was too evil, it said it
was fed up of the evil and that it
just wanted to go. everyone who
is kind and gentle helps goodness.