Besides the idle winter river,
And in the vacant summer days,
Under the shades of my trees
I wish , I would sit down with
The most peace in me,

I want to stand quiet
Quiet along the forest alone
while the wind shaking down the wilt leaves
the river clearing the burnt deeds of guilt,
I want to see the real reflection of my existence.
~preethi.

I miss you
Not your body but your friendship
Not your kisses but your laughter
Not your touch but your kindness
I miss you

sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.