She drowned herself
in the magical depths of silence.
Searching,
healing,
finding her missing essence.
A much needed retreat to her sanctuary
to find herself!

Unlike
A painted distraction
Like the lady in the magazine
Or someone you see in the TV screen
She is beautiful

She is beautiful like a rose
She can
Touch you with her glance
Heal you with the smile
Make you feel delighted
With her grounding simplicity
She is beautiful

She is beautiful like the Moon
She is the reason, you believe in love
She is different, she gives you hope

Mother
That, She is

For things that may come and go,
words will always be there to make you flow;
For though the words make things easier,
emotions are still on show.

My poetry are not of
Literary greatness
They are
Not to ponder
Not to memorize
May be
Even
Not to read twice

They are
To touch
To smell
To taste
To feel

So that
One can find
The real essence
Effortless

Like this

I woke up
With
White heart
White soul
White thought

Let no one contaminate
Thank you

Coffee is just
A mere coffee
Until you sip it
Then it's love

Remember
Who offered it