Flowers bloom

only for a while,

teaching us

to value life.

They bloom

to remind us

to smile,

when we forget.

There exists an ocean

of words—

beautiful and meaningful.

Yet, sometimes

someone finds

just one word,

powerful enough

to turn a life

upside down.

Poets come.

Poets go.

Poems remain—

left behind for someone

to read,

to admire,

and

to inspire

the next generation

to pick up the pen.

​Parakeets arrive,

munch starfruits delightfully,

bid a loud goodbye.

The white fluffy clouds

gently float in the endless sky

every time I look up

I see a different image

the artist in it creates

to my delight.

Clouds of pain

cover the wounds

of the heart.

Innocent tears fall

like gentle drops

of rain.

and your answer,
as it always
has been,
is
silence

A time for leaves,
for change,
for sweeping clean and mending,
starting anew
throwing light into long dark corners
shutting doors and closing windows,
summer is gone
she left no forwarding address,
but she took a yellow sun
and the deepest blue of sky,
she packed them in a suitcase
and she never said goodbye

some people seem to carry heaven
in the way they walk—
effortless, luminous,
as though their purpose
is to remind us of grace

i have not known such ease
my lessons came
through breaking bones of the spirit
through the heavy silence
of unsaid words
through desires that cut too deep

and still—
i do not curse the falling
i do not despise the storm

because what it left in me
wasn’t bitterness
but the stubborn clarity
that love,
even when it burns down,
remains the only treasure
worth guarding