“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and  beautiful..

Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.

But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.

We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”

Moon reflected on the second spring.

The ripples on a pond, leave no trace.

As all things do, from time's embrace.

My moon alone shall shine on this day

The  coconut  tree  is
bigger  and

taller
than  mango  tree.




Two  ponds  are
there.



One  is  behind
the  school.

Another  is
near   hill.


Couple  staying  
in  concrete room.


In  rainy  season
the   two
pond's  fish
can  reach
with each    other
by  the  over-flow
of  pond  water.

walking past fountains of roses,
she caressed them with her hands.
soft petals kissed her fingers and
thorns, piercing the pads of her fingertips.

wandering to the golden pond, lying
down.
letting her hands play in the fronds of the grass,
flicking up glistening emeralds of water that
glimmered
in the sun.
flickering moons,
fresh diamonds,
new life so quickly taken.

Please give  a  kiss
on  Instagram.


Please  do  not
give  advice on
my  single  status
by   comparing  lonely
white  female pigs.

Please  show
me  a ***** pond
to  bath
under  that  pond
in  Pinterest  a  glass
room  should come
the  way   in  where
you  can  take another
bath   to heal  my  mind-sound bath.

As the light
goes more,
by a pond,
on my Mum's birthday,
ducks,
and geese
make noises to each other,
perhaps fighting the growing dark
with the call of
"are you okay?"
The same as you
taught me we
can
do,
everyday.

I don't have faith in the ocean
on its indecisiveness and enormity
I don't believe in memories
with its abstraction and claims
I don't believe in words
As it always tends to lie
I only remembered the first time
And the last time is yet to come
And I am that someone
your lips kissed
the way the wind kissed me in a daybreak
I retain you like the taste of your fingers
against my mouth

Did the earth knew the hard rush of the sea
When it reaches the cuddle of the coastline
Here it’s full of gloom with all our failed connections
Derailed wagons in its lost tracks
Scars, blood, wounds, and fragments
Repetitive, rhythmic, redundant

Will you find me faster next time?
Throwing a pebble in my silent, still pond