Tree
are the dreams
that sleeps
in the seed...

I
have to
find her shoe size and
get one...
before
.............
my heart knows it
from my mind and
cries on my lonely nights...

Seeing her face
first time in close range
went home
closed my eyes...
my heart scanning her
I'm in the storm of feelings
full of positive sensation
falling all over me
like fine drops of rain...

I
was sitting on the shore
seeing
two waves colliding
to become one.
...................
me too (with her memory)
like a wave
expecting
to collide with her..

I
about to jump
into the pond
to kiss a frog
for a queen...

God said, "Stop.."
am sending her
to meet your eyes...

Some days,
her thoughts avoids me
it is more like
when a daughter
bites her father shoulder
there will be pain
but
sweet pain...

Lost in thoughts
is beautiful..

Lost in love
is beautiful..

Lost in motherhood
is beautiful..

Lost in age
is beautiful..

Lost in job
is beautiful..

Lost in commitment
is beautiful..

Lost in desire
is beautiful..

Lost in mobile
is beautiful..

Lost in new dress
is beautiful..

Lost in book
is more beautiful...