On the Verge

Do you ever feel like you’re on the verge
of something new… cont

The Flutter-by Dance

Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silent

When the Tree Meets (A Poem)

When the tree meets the wind,
they dance an ancient dance,
choreographed by the mountains…

Do You Remember? (A Poem)

Do you remember to go easy on yourself?

Meeting You (A Poem)

If I was to meet you
on a day like yesterday,

Mozzi – A Poem

Because of you, Mosquito…

Papaya Seeds (Haiku)

White papaya seeds
patiently waiting, revealed—
squinting in the sun… cont:

Flag (Haiku)

The flag in the wind
never ceases to amaze
those that really see.

The Unburnt Bridge (A Poem)

The past melted his face.

He’s sitting next to the magazines,

with their perfect, blotch-free faces;

but theirs don’t tell a story

like his; (cont)

Music, Thank You (A Poem)

I never know how much I need you

until we’re apart;

with you, everything I see

turns into an ode to life… cont