People are like leaves
Some have been stepped on
And some have just fallen
Some have been taken by a child and cherished
And some left on the bottom of the leaf pile
Forgotten

People are like leaves
So different from each other
Some older
Some younger
Different shapes and sizes
Colors mixed together

People are like leaves
Some are misshapen and not picked up
And some are declared beautiful and get straightened in a book

Food in the kitchen

Finding ingredients for

The recipe of poem

who knows if we trully own our words
or they own us
too many sunsets and dawns are happening in the same time
and the departed are tormenting us with the song of their flesh
I found a rhyme in you
absence rhymes with presence
somewhere in the hands of time

a smile can beguile
soft spoken words enchant

charlatans know this
deploying them often

screaming and shouting
when thwarted

a childish reaction
too ingrained to change.

the advantage of height
zooming out into space

The Earth a lonely blue
just beneath your feet.

It's not easy to wash feet
    in Messulumi.
Water fetched
    fire lit
          kettle boiled
              warm water poured
                    soap rubbed
rough towel dried.
Such care
                is needed.

Two hearts beating the same rhythm,
longing for each other like the moon and the sea—
destined yet unreachable,
as if the cosmos themselves had scripted their love.

Their hearts, though linked, are miles apart,
and distance, a thief stealing their every shared second.
Only whispers, the touch of the wind,
carry their love untold—
like parallel lines, forever aligned, but never collide.