If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

When the day meets the night
And the sun greets the moon
Something magical happens...
It’s over too soon
A moment of silence
A colorful sky
The sun closes eyes and says its goodbyes
The moon takes over and
watches the birth
of another beautiful nightfall falling over this earth!
Wow
Isn’t it a wonderful world ?

Shell
🐚✨

Rain water overflowing
our garden bed, now
a bright green in the
fresh morning dew.

Picking up fresh herbs,
surrounding grass,
tiny lavender flowers
sprouting sporadically
in between coarse leafs,
our own starry night sky.

Dripping trees in bright
sun rays of first hours,
stretching far beyond roots,
colors previously dull
now beaming rainbows.

Bringing out twinkling
powder, light pollen
into nostrils, sneezes
from red noses, blushing
cheeks with moist heat of
the fresh rainy days of
a liberating summer.

My mind and body create the best chemistry when I think of you.

No one will see your pain
No one will look at your broken heart
Everyone finds your stain
Even to insult you, everyone is alert.

People don't honor your dignity
They respect your money like a boss
If you have no power in the society
Then everyone will use you like a toss.

Your family won't judge your wisdom
if you are responsible for everything
When you race your hope and dream
Others wouldn't keep patient with you.

Some of your friends will run away
when you are in such a tough time
You will get them back someday,
when you are having a good time.

Take it easy, often it happens in life
Find yourself in a place where you are perfect
and focus on your dreams without any strife
One day you'll get success because you are right!

What you refer to as "talent" in me is
actually "divine blessings" as I know it.

Down along the hallway and in through the doorway to escape into another day a million miles away, but be careful what you wish for,
a door's not always the door that you're looking for, some lead to dark passages where darker messages pass before your eyes, some lead to your demise,

but we're living in the here and fear's a game like jeopardy, go on, he says, question me, and I have no answer to that.

Everything I paint gloss white to stand as beacons to the night, they'll tell you, he's not right in the head and head for the hallway and doorway instead.