In early morning dew,
Under velvet see through
veil.
I saw my moon
sleeping like a baby.
Dreaming of a
lazy sun
to get up soon.
To brighten this new day.

Thank You for just another day.




Shell ✨🐚

He told me "I'm here"
I never answered him
I would have loved to do it
I would have loved to tell him that I was there too.


The next day they found him dead in a ditch.


Meanwhile
Two passers-by were talking about filled cakes
"Alla marmellata, alla crema".

My fear of forever forgotten
My fear of sins remembered

                    Woe is me.

Look at
them gather
at the gallows.
That's entertainment.
Monkeys sell
popcorn, and do
tricks, dressed in
sailor suits.
You bought your
tickets,
Now enjoy the show.

The crowds get bigger.
Everyone loves a
good tragedy, except
the one being hanged.

Where parallels collide  
one wallowing
in the wind
one slipping from the sun
suffering in vain
swarms over the eclipse
where love
survives over pain
butterfly and moth
are best
left alone
flying in the rain.

Soorajmukhi, flower of light,
Faithful beloved of the Sun

A fool and a poet, you live in his name
Wilting at night, you blossom by day

With the heart of a lion, you pray and you hope
You bask in his warmth, ignoring the smoke

Soorajmukhi, you are nobody's rose
Let the burning skylight stay unknown

Pearls of blood in eyes of Mary.
Waves of sadness hit me all the time.
What once was, now gone without a proper goodbye.
Pray for health to watch you grow,  bud of life.
While praising by living healthy.
Try to be kind and grateful all the time.
Live life with grace and elegance.
Like a flower in the wind.
Always staying in the wild.

The wildflower liked being in the wild. Flourishing in silent peace.
While dancing in the wind.


Shell✨🐚

There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.
It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.
It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.

And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed
their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,
you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.
Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.