A princess
lives
in an eyrie
She has a magic wand
So she rollicks
She gazes
at the Pegasus
that disguised as an
aeroplane


The gardenias
the marvel of peru
the hibiscus
the poinsettia
the sweet pea
and the wisteria
electrify her
The warblers
visit her
everyday


She turns springy in spring
She turns sad in winter
She becomes restless in summer
She rises
like a phoenix
from the ashes
Again
she eagerly waits
for spring

She travels
to salubrious
places
She is elusive

my mind
is a colourful
canvas
and
your beautiful
behaviour
is a pleasing
painting

The past
left
us permanently
Inevitably
the present is going to be
the past
The future will be
undoubtedly
the present.

A little while earlier
There were
cumulus
clouds


I do savour
the colour
of water
the pitter-patter
of heavy shower
the flavour
of wet air.

under the rain washed
sunny heavens
the heavens are as clean
as a whistle!

lolling in  
the lawn
chair
sipping cappuccino
reading
a love story
enjoying
sensual serenity!

I'm a wayward wayfarer
People see my explicitness
My connotations
remain
obscure.

Insomnia possesses
me
at night
I feel the
absence
of worldly
passion
Lolling
in
the
west balcony
I ween
the sanguine
sun
shouldn't set
The zephyr touches
and consoles
me