If the soul were a cherry, you'd squish it gently between your lips with a smile just for flavor. That's just sometimes. You run through my sleep, create a new dimension. There I see you,  taste you, smell you, I lie in wait actually. Or watch over you,  my pure emotion.

When the glass was full
I was not thirsty at all ….

Then came a storm …
And all the  Water spilled out….
The Glass was Intact
But then I died of thirst.

Some see the Stars.
Some see the Moon.
Some see the Sun.
Some see others.
And Some See themselves.

Some just want to prove
they are  Right and not wrong.

Some want to be unique
To be noticed in a crowd.  

Some just keep quite
Blaming everyone for their plight.

Some just impose.
Either by love or by force.

Some simply dont care
And move on and on.

Some exploit others
For their own gains.

Some just observe
And wonder what is to be done.

Enough is Enough
When this will be end.

Not a single tear from my Eye.
From my eyes from the day you died.

Whenever I visit your grave
I always remember what all you gave.
But still  …
Not a single tear from my Eye……

Every moment I remember you.
For all the sacrifices you made.
But still ….
Not a single tear from my Eye….

During the worst phases of my life.
When your own turns against you.
But Still ….
Not a single tear from my Eye

I chose to remain quite
Inspite of all the things I could have done.
But Still …
Not a single tear from my Eye

when I am silent I become the absence of silence
I'm thinkig your body, I'm sensing your mind
my hands rehearse the circle theory,
the openings of the horizon hiding in plain sight
time plus time is a world without hyperbole,
but the courage of enchantment
even the fields dream about the all in one
cause it's poppies time and panta rhei

I look at her
and see
the beginnings of
myself,
and is that not something
worth celebrating?