The difference between a master and a beginner is that the master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.

if my life was a novel
i would always revel
in reading the chapter
where our love felt like forever.

i'd bookmark the pages
where fondness is ageless,
and so i'll always remember
how great were the days
when we were together
in the most wonderful ways.

The skies cry
patting my wounded skin with every drop—
washing my writhed eyes
hiding my ache
Hands move steadily
taking out my umbrella like it's my only shelter
As light As the raindrops were,
the little puddles reflected my heavy soul.

The umbrella she once held;
couldn't cover her own tears.


- Moza