The passionate propensity
   of waxing moons' passages,
I crave your poetry
    as the air I breathe,
vital spirit aches within intention
    hungering the  blissed taste
       of essential Neruda -
midst the significance of
  rose and topaz
    arrows of wildflowers,
whence your own  scripted
   inclinations unfurl
     searing 'neath my flesh,
   rendering me speechless
      'tween ***** sighs
   I surrender in the exhale
      of a thousand blazing suns

Who are you? Why are you here? is this real life? are questions i ask myself on a daily basis. These moments just seem so surreal. I can't imagine myself doing things other people do. And i can't believe the things that i'm doing. I don't know if the things that i am doing, are really being done, and i don't know if the things that i'm saying are really being said. Sometimes, i ask myself if my whole existence is just someones endless imagination.

-Kaya

So many people,
Yet, so little friends
So much time,
Yet, so little to do
So much space,
Yet, so little to have
So much to give
Yet, so less to get
So little to remember
Yet, so much to forget

-Kaya

Am i being watched?
Are my thoughts being heard?
Are they laughing with me,
or at me?
Are they after me?
are questions,
i can't get off my mind
sometimes, i wish
i could just disappear
into the air
and be free
from the thing,
that i knew didn't exist
And i tell myself
It's such a bother
being afraid of something
that isn't real,
but then again,
i can't trust anyone
or anything,
including, myself

-Kaya

Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives

As the sun rose up and the stars came down,
Morning dawned upon the town,
but the darkness didn't fade, as something came along,
To finally right the drought's wrong

Temperature dropping, birds chirping,
Thunder roared, as the aves beat wing after wing,
The scent of fresh mud clouded our nostrils,
and the crashing of water droplets had our ears filled

We ran as our footwear pounded the drenched land,
Only to notice the street dogs huddle under shelter,
Shaking themselves to get rid of body sand,
and expose their glossy fur

Soon enough, mother nature ended the delightful downpour,
Leaving us craving for more,
but the best part is the fact that monsoon has just begun,
So leave a smile on that face, for things are still great without the sun!!

evermore eyes so bright
they could pierce starlight,
a twinkling wonderment
     of an infectious smile,
the ultimate sentiment
   'pon a captivated heart
  in a tender child's
    earnest devotion of
       unyielding adoration