In between the sal trees
glistens the river in October light
inviting in the rustling of leaves
to kiss her gently breaking ripples.

She hastes down the rocky *****
impatient as the river gets close
giggling in the dream when her toes
embrace the chill of the late autumn.

The catkins on the other side
swayed vigorously to be with her
spreading with the wind their pollens
in a mad desire to touch her skin.

This October morn she was carefree
floating amid hijal, fig and velvet apple trees
with winds from the river on her sail.

I only watched the fairytale.

I’m trying to write
About happy things
Because I no longer
Want to be sad.

The problem is,
The well runs dry
Whenever I run
Out of bad.

My pen doesn’t work,
It won’t write at all
Because the ink
Was made out of tears.

I have nothing to say
So maybe I’ll try
Again in a couple of years.

They say, nothing lasts forever,
but I can assure you
My love for you
will last longer then their forever
because long after you’ll be gone
my love for you
will still stand true.



Shell ✨🐚

Let me  be the serene pause between the two spoken words.
May my stillness serve  as a bridge, strong and secure, mending the frailties that words often suffer.

And then,
No one returned
When I had decided
to remain fragile
They are awaiting
For the destruction
Itself to crave me.