I've found some cherish notes
Half of them flowery
The other equivocal
While I read'em
still getting hope
To know
That they're all an anchor
For whom I wrote!

How nice it is to admire one
With a tone of mystery!

Just leave me alone
To the leaves of Autumn
On another coffee
Could you,love?
A bit...

If you were the night,
Than I'd like to find me lost!

I let this love live again
Even in touching your lips burning all
In pain
I hold your hand a little bit colder
Breathing the roughness of the weather
I let this love grow older
I touch the ashes gotten wet by the river Through my eyelashes
Than I close my eye,
Having heard the sound of passion
When your heart splashes!

There's left no any feeling in the Neighbour park
As my heart is chafed enough to throw Spark
My heart is neither elastic nor fantastic
But for now I desire
If only I were in Atlantic!

It was a sweltering sunny day on Sunday
Sitting on the wooden chair behind the Window
Painting the canvas & realizing that She's In thought of one
As if that one could portray like a Rainbow,
So that,
She tries hard
In good faith
If only her attitudes cling
Even to the small things!