You are lucky
if you still have hope
for the return of your love.

To still have the dream
of holding each other's hands
in the sunset of your life.

Not everyone is so lucky
for some, love always remains
a distant dream.
No hope to hold on to,
no one to wait for.

Just empty life
to live on.

Why do you worry so much?

A stalker cannot breach your heart.

For, the moment you keep someone
in your heart,

your love itself becomes a shield,
protecting your heart from all evil.

It was your silence

that gave me voice.

Don't call me back
consider me dead
if it helps you forget.

I am not coming back
I live in the shadows now
far away from your heart's reach.
I have created walls
you cannot breach.

Why do we have to always compete?

Why should we always have to prove
that we are better than somebody?

Why is just being good not enough?

All the grief,
all the pain –
I accept it
with both hands,
for it was given
to me
by the one
I love

Words and fire

one intangible, one elemental

so different from each other

yet so similar in nature

when use with care

both give warmth and comfort

                 and

when not careful

destruction follows.