end things
before they end you

You compared me to an empty building,
And I moved away.

An the wind continues its journey..
It never stops..
I am thinking wind and time are one and the same...
Both are continuous.....
Wind takes my words and sonnets all over the place...
Time  will take them to the future...
Any poet's dream is having his or her words reaching people's hearts...
Either today...with  the wind...
Or in the future...
So my dear reader.. time and wind are the same...
So are poets and dreamers... They are identical twins...
Heading out now...
It is windy..
See you in the future...

I couldn't tell my minds yet
Maybe I am not perfect,
I keep you in my little heart,
but I am a failed poet!

I have found the moonlight
on your happy face first,
I am always ready to fight
for you my sweetheart.

I would be a romantic cricket
and sing for you tonight
to make your dreams sweet,
Then you will feel me, I bet.

nebulous galaxies
                          spiraling forth
stars collecting
                          in clusters              lost
configuring
               constellations           in
                                  
                             ­         space
and
                time-
                                  travelling
   through
                        light-years
duly                        ­                     revolving,
              aligning
     with                       the Sun  
                    and                           the Moon
suspended
                      in the interstellar

you write a lot about love
without wanting to say it
out loud