Wednesday, 17 June 2020

Rain

Tap tap tap
Sound on the window 
Falling soft and light
With pleasant breeze
Embracing with smile
Singing lullaby
And pluviophilic me


Monday, 15 June 2020

sleep

Early to bed early to rise

Makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise

Was the doctrine high

Presuming fly to land of dreams

Wishing to forget worries and trouble

Ends tossing and turning all night

While in the bed I sprawl

Closing the eyes in despair

Is it the sleep I wish to know?

 

Eyes that speak

There’s something in the way he stares, A silence caught in the air. Not words, not touch, yet still it speaks, A glance that lingers, soft ...