Little Hope, Little way

A well wisher on the shore Kept asking me a while If I seek still the same? Did I defined my life? Am I still waking up each day To smell the beauty of my dreams To lay my head on the knees For the maker of this human kind I often see me smiling…

Just for a while

Miracles divine Adoring this time These senses smell foul All I could hear is some small crawls Maybe I am eager Maybe it’s just a wish My curiosity generalized Meet me as my soul There are chances Which would be taken otherwise Still I dance to the tune Of the yesterday happening Of all those…

I picked a pen to write a letter As I think I picked a moment for something to chatter