I lay in the embrace
Of the grass,
As my heart
Leaps euphoric,
To absorb the light,
The celestial glory,
From the heavenly
abode of stars,
Above me, in the sky.

sky’s pale till midnight,
satellite glided overhead like some
wandering speck of dust caught in
a patch of sunlight,
and the moon’s hung, like a curled
white eyelash upon the lens of
heaven. i made a wish upon her -
as you are supposed to with
fallen lashes -
though i mustn’t say it, or it mightn’t
come true.
it floats like a feather upon a
stream: hopeful. but to where? i
am not entirely sure.
hopefully
to Lune.

You were the crayon suddenly
to my little empty box .
With what I drew &
coloured my dreams so often ;
On paper with folded edges
You gave me blues and hues ;
alchemized into a treasure map
To find solace in temporary places
Roses & thorns were still to love ;
In an endless landscape
You never asked what was it ,
That I was painting all along
But then you were fulfilling all
You said “ draw all your dreams,
and we’ll dwell in those together “
‘Cause yours & mine are the same.

Cold wind blow softly touching my cheeks...
Its the darkest night which can be cut into pieces..
fireflies create a missed starry night on earth....
I  walk through the stars.....
I hear voice of the night...

I hear whole world breathing...
some are sleeping crawled up in warm beds.....
but i can't miss this night...
People used to look up in the night....
but with full of fireflies and cold wind...
it always make me to stare at darkness

May, its a full of endings and beginnings
maybe its cold as December or 34*c degrees hot
its  May....people used to make fancy stories
that really happened in past
Revolutions, Religions, Uprisings ....
Everything started and ended in May.
I cannot say for sure what a beauty I feel this moment.